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Dominique sat on the shop stool and curled her feet under the footrest. Ric went over what had him pulling out a piece of paper. Unfolding it and briefly reading what there was to make out of it ultimately left HOPE and LESS returning it back to it’s folded state. The welder’s mask that was perched on the top of her head was pulled free and set down on the work table next to her. It had been awhile, perhaps too long. She had been unusually quiet opting to immerse herself in work and whatever else it was that she did but didn’t necessarily talk about. A brief roll of the chair had her arriving in front of him and she popped up from the seat.

“You aren’t going in alone.” Her face said it was a fact as she fixed her dark eyes on his. The folded paper flipped out in offering between her fingers. “We know that. I won’t ever be the type sitting around counting my lucky stars that I am in one piece and waiting by the phone to hear how it turned out for you. If it involves you then it already involves me.”

Dominique hardly needed an invitation. As soon as someone decided they wanted to put up a notice of intent to take something that wasn’t theirs to begin with from Cubby it was as good as asking for her to get ready to go to war. With that she nodded as she shifted mental gears. It had been a while since she had been in a fight. Yes, it had been too long.

"So, do whatever it is you need to do and I will be ready." Nothing else needed to be said as far as she was concerned.

Dominique gave what Ric was saying the thought it deserved. Not that she bought into any of it but because he was expressing it and for the little he did so he would hold her attention. Once he was finished telling her what she already knew she gave him a nod. HOPE and LESS were carrying the weight of canvas weapon bags as she moved around. Each one was lifted up and set down on the surface of the work bench next to her hip. When he went quiet she spoke up.

“You forget something.” She felt it only fair to point out. He needed to hear it. “Everything is uncertain. Balls of steel and bad *** backhand doesn’t change that. Your odds improve but in the end you walking out that door and what happens next is still uncertain.” The sounds of the zipper being pulled found it’s audience while they were both still there to hear it. “I am going. Whatever was going on before this is mine when it involves you now. No flowers, no poetry, no ********. I don’t need an invitation to cover your back or take a bullet for you.” Once she made her way to where he was standing HOPE flattened at his chest and rested briefly before retreating as she continued to walk towards the wall outfitted with a state of the art safe that covered the majority of the space. It was close to impenetrable and for good reason. “Same goes for Doc and he knows it.”

The series of codes and locks were short work for LESS as the inked fingers moved quickly clearing the three part system. If there was anything else to talk about Ric would be the one to speak up. She was already preparing to suit up and pack what was needed. The worst case scenarios didn’t register any alarm or inspire reservation with her. Then again they never had. She found herself in the darkest of shadows held back numerous times because she lost her fair share of battles against insane odds. A slight curl formed at the corner of her mouth. It was her insurmountable pride that had her coming back for more even when she didn’t have a chance in hell of pulling it off. Oh, and a lot of luck. She was one lucky *****. Vegas should be grateful she settled where she did.