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“You broke the door?” Becky's eyes widened as she looked from the splintered door back to him.

“I’d break down the gates of hell to get to you, Becky,” Sloan said, not caring if Jared heard him or not. “I’ll fix the damn door.”

Before Becky could answer, Jill wandered into the foyer with a mug in her hand. She glanced at the broken door, then at Sloan.

“For the record...” she said, lifting her coffee. “I didn’t do that.”

Sloan felt a smile tug at his lips at Becky's laugh. Without another word, he took her hand and headed toward his office before Jared had a chance to tell Jill he'd been the one who broke the door. He didn't need to hear Jill's mouth after all the ass chewings he'd given her over the years for throwing assholes through walls and breaking shit.

Fucking Warriors.

CHAPTER 4

Kent grimaced as he walked up the steps to the compound. He had three bullets in him that needed to come out. He knew the one in his leg had already healed over and would have to be sliced out. He sure as hell wasn't looking forward to that one.

Glancing at the front door, he frowned as he walked inside. Jared had just hung up the phone.

“Who pissed off Jill?” Kent asked, looking from the broken door to Jared.

“It actually wasn’t Jill this time.” Jared chuckled before cocking an eyebrow. “Sloan decided putting in the code was a waste of time.”

Kent laughed even though it hurt. He'd never seen Sloan lose his cool. Okay...that wasn't exactly true. He'd seen him rip people apart with his words and one hell of a glare, but only when someone pissed him off. Otherwise, the boss was always cool and calm.

“You need to see the doc, man.” Jared glanced down at Kent's leg. “Where else were you hit?”

“Two in the shoulder,” Kent answered before limping toward Slade’s office.

“Good job out there tonight,” Jared called after him.

“Thanks.” Kent threw up his good arm as he disappeared down the hallway.

Jared's words felt damn good. Kent had been a total asshole when he first started as a recruit, but he'd finally gotten his head out of his ass and realized he wasn't the top dog. He'd done a lot of soul-searching over the last six months or so and came to the conclusion that he liked this side of himself much better.

Oh, he could still be a dick, but only to those who deserved that side of him.

The door to Slade’s office was open, so Kent stepped inside only to find Dawn, the new doctor, bent over digging through a stack of files. His eyes immediately went to her ass in a pair of black dress slacks and damn...the woman filled them out nice. Hell, getting shot three times suddenly didn't seem quite so bad.

She straightened, then turned with a little squeal when she saw him.

“You scared me.” She laughed, pressing a hand to her chest. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Sorry,” Kent replied, though the grin tugging at his lips told her otherwise.

Dawn glanced at his mouth before lifting her hazel eyes to his. “Are you really?” she asked, cocking an eyebrow. “That grin says something different.”

Kent chuckled and shrugged as he looked around the office. “Guess the doc took the day off?”

“He did.” Dawn leaned back against one of the exam tables. “Why? You got the sniffles? I can probably handle that.”

Liking her teasing, Kent decided to give a little back.

“Three bullets,” he answered. “Think you can handle that?”

“What?” Dawn's half grin disappeared as she pushed away from the table and hurried toward him. The moment she spotted the blood soaking his jeans, she cursed. “Why in the hell didn't you say something? Where are the other two?”

“I was going to tell the doc, but since he isn't here, I didn't see the point.” Kent shifted, taking some of the weight off his leg as he leaned against Slade's desk. “The other two are in my shoulder. They've probably already healed over. I can wait until tomorrow.”

“You most certainly cannot wait until tomorrow.” Dawn planted her hands on her hips. “Take off the jacket.”