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Lana’s phone chirped. It was a DM from Cam’el.
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“Wanting to meet you. Face to face, West Charleston Library 4pm. Bring Andrew and Simone.”
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//Colson and Miguel ride along//
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Miguel exited the Summerlin Goodwill clutching six white plastic bags, vendor treasure overflowing. He texted Colson a picture of his haul, designer denims and brown leather shoes.
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“Cuz, I can get $70 bucks for these on the Strip.”
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When he looked up, Cam’el was there.
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“Great find, I see. You clearly understand second chances and hope for worn soles.”
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///// --->
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“So, who is this guy?”
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Colson messaged back to Miguel. “And you say he’s from the Northside? You know only fools come out of the Northside bro.”
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“Check Cam’el’s feed Cole. I think he’s the real deal. Waters wants us to team up with him to get the People’s Mayor campaign off the ground. Look, we’re rolling up now.”
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Cam’el gestured as Colson approached.
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“Now this kid is true Vegas, born and raised.”
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Cole had done a short stint in the Air force and was now part of a Crisis Response Team that assessed natural disaster damage. He'd just gotten back from southern California, walked through the total devastation that wiped out everything in Paradise.
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“Do you know me?”
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"Colson. I know you're trained for aftermaths – of storms and fires. We're looking for someone to walk through storms and fires raging right now, right here. I saw you this morning -- standing in the middle of SinCerity, dressed from head to toe in gold, wielding a massive sword -- a warrior knight, if you will. Do you feel me?
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Colson stared back at Cam'el a moment, remembering the dream he shared with his mom before she went into the hospital.
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"Yeah, I feel you."
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Cam'el opened the door. "Hop in."
