“But that doesn’t matter,” I told her. “Even if Blythe had shit evidence, you’d still do what she says because you follow orders, and you follow rules, and you follow laws, no matter what else is going on.” And I don’t. She turned in her seat, her dark eyes pained as they met mine. “If we pick and choose what orders and rules and laws to follow, then what are we, Kit?” Pushing her door open, she climbed out. The door closed behind her with a thunk. I stayed where I was, watching through the windshield as she joined the other agents. They milled about, waiting for something before moving on
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