Page 110 of Agony

“We have a situation,” the man said.

“Let me go!” a young voice shouted.

Fuck.

Fisher briefly closed his eyes when Boston was pushed into the room.

“Why are you here?” Viper snapped at the teenager.

“I’m not alone!” Boston hissed, all youth and angry bravado.

“Who did you bring?” Fisher asked Boston, but the boy pressed his lips tightly together and shook his head.

“Talk, kid,” Viper growled.

“Screw you!” Boston kicked at the man holding him by the scruff of his neck. The big soldier grunted, but held firm.

“Boston,” Fisher said, getting the attention of the struggling boy. “These guys are working with us. Who came with you?”

“Azrael,” Boston whispered, biting his lip.

“Great,” Justice muttered.

“This might just work in our favor,” Fisher said when an idea started forming.

“How so?” Crow was the first to jump in.

“I go in and take Boston with me. He might give me the distraction I need to take out Tanis.”

“He’s fucking sixteen,” Steel pointed out.

“So?” Boston sounded belligerent and scared.

Fisher thought quickly. “Then how about Azrael?” The youth had a slender build that Tanis liked and Azrael looked young enough to pull off being younger than he was.

“Another kid?” Viper asked.

“He just turned eighteen,” Fisher said. “And it’s desperate measures. We need to get Mikey and your Steven out of there.”

“Don’t ever let Real know,” Steel muttered.

“Do you think you can pull it off?” Viper asked.

Fisher squeezed Justice’s hand beneath the table. He was proud of the fact that the man had kept his cool and not tried to control everything. He knew it was going to be short-lived when he next spoke.

“I’ll die trying.”

And right on cue, all hell broke loose.

“No fucking way,” Justice snarled.

“It makes sense,” he countered, trying to interrupt the ongoing storm.

“No.” The man’s jaw ticked when a muscle bunched.

Fisher took the man’s hand and led him away from the audience that was gathering.

When they rounded the corner down the long hallway, Fisher shoved Justice against the wall and crowded in close. The man’s hand went to the back of his head, fingers carded into the hair at his nape, but he’d tied it back earlier so the band stopped his searching fingers. He tipped his head back and gazed up into Justice’s face.

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