There was always a fucking first time for everything, Parker thought, but she didn't say anything. She knew she probably didn't even fucking have to say anything. Her fingers opened and curled for a moment, but really, there was a familiar sensation in her veins that had been nearly forgotten. Parker had missed this, she'd missed the hunt since she'd come on the barge.

For a moment she considered shooting the gun again, now that she had more than eleven bullets, but it didn't seem the time and place for that. No, instead the she'd hold onto them for when she needed them: to put a bullet between Denise's eyes and in the Master's chest. "Here's fucking hoping he does something stupid like he's fucking want to do."