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In which Camilo takes a desperate risk and speaks to James about the RAS...[takes place: sometime mid-April]

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CAMILO:James was at Pixie’s.

He’d been hanging around more often. Which made sense, since he had his eyes set on MAFIA. And MAFIA had its eyes set on him. Camilo stayed at the bar, watching James talk to Tink and wanted to throw a glass tumbler at his head with some animal shriek. Like the critters that hung around Casita because of Antonio. He could talk to them, but he couldn’t always soothe their tantrums.

Camilo wanted to throw a tantrum. He wanted to tell James to get the hell out of here.

But, well, maybe he knew what he was doing. If MAFIA’s intel was to be believed. (And why wouldn’t it be? They were a scary terrorist organization who had tricked Camilo, like assholes.) 

Tink sashayed off to do whatever slay things it was that club owner fairies in a super secret terrorist organization did. 

James strolled over to the bar. 

Sat down.

Camilo felt like he was buzzing out of his skin. If James was a spy. If James was RAS. 

Could James help him? 

If he didn’t ask now, before MAFIA got its claws in him and brainwashed him, he might never get the chance again.

So, Camilo slid down the bar.

“What can I get you, handsome?” 

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