Page 16 of Agony

Fisher’s relief probably stemmed from knowing that the person who’d fucked up his childhood was dead. Justice didn’t know the details, but he’d heard enough bits of conversation that Fisher, Echo, and Rogue had all grown up together under terrifying conditions.

He only wished that Fisher would trust him enough to share.

Keys in the door sounded and the front door opened.

“Just throw your stuff anywhere,” Watson said to someone.

Well shit, the guy wasn’t alone. Justice got a quick look at a tall thin man walking in and closing the front door.

This changed things.

They didn’t kill innocent people. Not that the man entering the house with Watson looked innocent with his nice clothes and clean-shaven face, but he would never judge a book by its cover.

He’d paid that price once and rubbed a hand over a scar on his lower side.

Justice wanted to pop both men and be done with it, but he held his position. When the lights in the living room flipped on, relief swept through him to find that Fisher had disappeared. The man was a fucking master at that.

“So, when do we hit the next house, man? I can’t fucking wait, last time was a rush.”

“What was, the parents or the brats?”

“Both,” the man laughed.

So, Watson had a partner. The FBI didn’t even know about that. Maybe the guy was new?

“We’ll do it in a few days. I found this sweet family of three,” Watson told the guy.

“Where do you want me?” a female voice asked.

Somehow, a woman had slipped in without his noticing.

Crap. This was going to hell quickly.

“Naked,” Watson ordered.

A tall, scantily clad woman sauntered from where she had been leaning by the front door. As she moved, she unzipped her mini-skirt. It fell to the floor, leaving her in string panties and thigh-high stockings. Her top was a barely there strapless number.

Fisher appeared at his side and they held gazes for a moment. Lifting his hand, Fisher put up three fingers and then did the countdown.

Justice knew the drill. Count down to one and then launch a full attack. The hooker would be spared. It wasn’t her fault she chose a couple of killers.

The finger went down and Fisher blew him a kiss before launching out and pulling a pair of short swords.

He’d never seen anything like those blades until Fisher showed up wearing them a month ago. The man was pure poetry when using them and Justice could have watched for hours.

The newcomer didn’t see Fisher coming, but Watson did.

Justice stepped out and fired.

Snick.

Watson dodged. The bullet hit the fucker in the shoulder. The hooker screamed.

Fisher sliced up the newcomer’s chest and then across the man’s throat. Justice launched after Watson, who dove into the kitchen.

Snick.

Snick.

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