Page 98 of Greed
The man breathed heavily through his nose. “Do you remember when we lost them, all those years ago.”
“How could I forget?”
“We’d had such high hopes for them all.” He sighed. “For a few years, I truly thought we’d lost them, but when they started popping up in this city, playing at comic book heroes, I knew all was not lost.”
“We don’t need them.”
The man tilted his head marginally Donald’s way. When he spoke to Falcon, a layer of disgust rolled off his tongue. “He’s nothing like them. A poor carbon copy, no more.”
“What do you want me to do with him?”
They spoke about Donald as though he wasn’t there, as though he was a piece of trash to be thrown out.
“Keep the project online. While we wait for the originals to fall, we keep running contingencies.”
“Agreed.”
“Sin never sleeps.”
“We chip away until the cracks become a chasm.”
“Yes, my darling. Yes.” His piercing blue eyes locked onto Donald. “They asked you questions. What were your answers?”
Donald blinked. “I didn’t tell them anything.”
“So, they just let you go.”
“Yes.”
The boss let out a gust of air, muttering under his breath, “And you led us straight into this building, like lambs to the slaughter.”
“Well—”
“Enough.” Falcon was there before Donald could finish, threatening him with her closeness.
The boss looked to Falcon. “Your thoughts?”
“They will be tracking him, waiting for him to come to us. I don’t think they’ll actually be watching the building. We should be safe.”
“Good.” The boss relaxed and linked his hands behind his back. He turned to Donald. “What are you going to do about it?”
“About what?”
“Well, they humiliated you. They took everything from you. Are you the new Greed, or are you a coward?”
“I eradicated over ten greedy sinners already.”
“Ten. Is that all?”
“I want more serum.”
“Too much and you risk organ failure.”
“I’ll be fine.”
The boss indicated to Falcon, and she left the room to return with a zip-lock leather satchel. She opened it and showed four syringes filled with glossy liquid. “You know the dose. One at a time.”
But Donald’s eyes were as greedy as his mind. The more he took, the stronger he would be, and fuck anyone who tried to get in his way this time.
