Page 67 of Assassin

Maura did.

“Place your hand on the panel.”

As soon as Maura did, she screamed, and everyone went for guns.

“Kidding,” she joked, nearly pissing herself at their response. Sometimes, it was just too easy to bust all of their asses.

WAY.

TOO.

EASY.

Jagger stared at her.

“You’re sick. That is not funny!”

She couldn’t help herself. The chucklefucks were chucklefucking.

Placing her hand back on it, it beeped, and the door slid open. As soon as it did, Zayn pushed past all of them seeing his favorite thing in the world.

GUNS.

There were so many of them too.

Some were on the walls, some were in cases, and some were still packed in the boxes they came in.

It was a mercenary’s dream.

“Oh, hello, Heaven. I like your home, MATE. I like your home a lot.”

Jagger shook his head.

Some of them were easy.

When it came to guns, Zayn was at the head of the pack.

“This is The Armory. I can close the doors and suffocate someone in it,” MATE said, making Zayn gasp and run out of the room.

She chortled again, freaking him out further.

“Kidding,” MATE said, mimicking Maura.

Oh, the Major laughed her ass off all over again. Sometimes, it was too easy.

“Good one, MATE.”

“I like messing with Mr. Pretty Hair. It makes the day better.”

Zayn didn’t insult MATE.

Why?

She legit scared him. There were few things in the world that terrified him, but the computer system was on the list, right below something happening to Stella and his girls.

Since they’d found The Armory, they were really curious what else there was.

“Where are the computers?” Merry asked. “We were told guns and tech. I’m here for the latter.”

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