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aisle, sat an ambulance, one I recognized as belonging to North Las Vegas Medical Center. My former employer, MULV, had the only trauma center in the valley, so I was familiar with all the local ambulances.
    Nathaniel gave Atlas a thumbs up as he removed his shirt and began changing into an EMT’s uniform. His torso was crisscrossed with tattoos and he looked to be in fantastic shape for somebody I guessed was deep into his fifties. Randall, one of the men I’d met at the house, exited the ambulance, dressed in a uniform of his own.
    “How did…? I mean you can’t just rent these things at Enterprise,” I remarked to Atlas.
    “Clara, it’s best not to ask too many questions. We’re performing a patient transfer, right? Nobody got hurt and nobody’s going to bother this ambulance. Good enough for you?” Atlas answered. “You’ll be riding along in back. Once my brother is inside, I need you to monitor him and take care of any problems that he might be having. That’s your job. We’ll do our jobs; can we count on you to do yours?”
    I nodded my head and climbed into the back of the ambulance.
    “Put these on, the face mask, too. Best if nobody recognizes you,” Atlas handed me scrubs. I’d look out of place in the back of an ambulance, but not so much that anybody would question it. If I was in there, they’d assume I was supposed to be.
    We rolled out of the back of the grocery store-turned-secret hideout and onto the roads of North Las Vegas. Within minutes, we pulled into MULV. Randall grabbed a clipboard and told me he’d be back with my patient shortly.
    Nathaniel opened the back doors of the ambulance and Randall eased the gurney inside, Odin aboard. Had he been awake, he couldn’t have opened his left eye. It was swollen completely shut, black and blue. His whole head was lopsided with swelling, and a bag attached below his left ear would need to be emptied soon. Despite the injuries, there was no denying that he was a handsome man. Square-jawed like his brother Atlas, cheekbones high and proud, and lips that any woman would love to kiss or have kissing her in… places .
    I checked the paperwork attached to his bed, scanning through his vitals and medications. Somehow, the faux-hospital room set up at the house already included a supply of every medication Odin would need. If a Titan needed something, he would get it, I was beginning to realize. Obstacles such as time and money seemed to lack any meaning at all.
    Opening his shirt to take a look at the bandaging on his chest, I noticed something I hadn’t when first working on him, a small tattoo right on his pelvic line of five interlocking rings. The unmistakable symbol of the Olympics. I filed that one away in the “questions for later” drawer in my mind, a drawer that was so full it was becoming difficult to close.
    I felt us moving, leaving the hospital proper, and soon we were on I-15. We didn’t need the freeway to get from MULV to the house, but Randall reassured me. “We aren’t going directly home. Have to make sure we aren’t being followed.”
    I nodded and stared down at Odin. He looked so peaceful, almost like he was smiling. A good dream, I hoped. I reached out and took his right hand in mine, holding it to comfort him. Or to comfort me. I wasn’t sure which.
    The drive home, which should have taken no more than ten minutes in light traffic, took the better part of an hour. We were on and off the freeway several times and went through a veritable maze of side streets. At one point, we stopped for several minutes and Nathaniel, the passenger, left the ambulance, only to be replaced by a winded and agitated Atlas.
    “All well, boss?” Randall asked him.
    “Yeah, I took care of it. But the truck took some damage. Nathaniel will take care of it. Metro will be here soon, let’s make ourselves scarce.”
    As Atlas said it, sirens rang out in the distance. I watched him wipe his face and look down at his hand. I recognized blood