the marketplace…
Bateman was acting as a go-between for Moltke and Gruber, so the man we tracked didn’t have to show his face. He was a hunted man after all. Practically every agency in the world would be joining forces to apprehend the terrorist who murdered two hundred government employees. Wherever he surfaced, he’d be cornered like the rat he was.
Humanity could be the lowest of the low when it wanted to be, but unite them in the wake of terrorism, and you had a powerful force at your beck and call.
Moltke had to be a ghost in order to play his hand… Whatever it might be.
Mercy had made a snap decision while I watched the crowd for Bateman’s men to reveal themselves.
“I’ll go after Gruber and the device.”
“No,” I hissed, tugging her against me. “Not on your own.”
“Stop holding my hand, X,” she spat back at me. “I’m capable. You know I am. We can have both leads, and you know it.”
I narrowed my eyes. I had to make a decision now or not at all.
“Fine,” I said. “You take Gruber, and pump him for information on the bomb. I’ll tail Bateman and see if he can lead us to Moltke.” Before she could stalk off, I grabbed her wrist. “I’m going radio silent…”
“Then you be safe,” she said, placing a kiss on my lips. “I’ll have Jackson watching over me.”
I let her hand fall away from mine as she weaved through the crowd toward the coffee cart where Gruber still sat, waiting for Bateman to make himself scarce. I didn’t like it, not being there with her, but she was right. Mercy was more than capable. Section Seven wouldn’t have recruited, trained, and approved her for field duties if she weren’t.
Leaving her to handle Gruber, I wandered through the crowd, tailing Bateman, conscious of the fact he still had his own men scattered about the market.
Good thing for me, I was the best ghost out there.
Chapter 8
Mercy
“ G uten tag ,” I said sweetly as I slid into the chair opposite Gruber.
His eyes widened as he took me in, and his beady little eyes lingered far too long on my tits. He smiled then, obviously thinking it was his lucky day. How wrong he was.
Loosening my gun underneath the table, I shoved the barrel against his dick and smiled as his body stiffened.
“Who are you?” he asked, giving me the once-over.
“Who I am doesn’t matter,” I replied. “What I want does.”
“That could be anything.”
“You’re building a bomb,” I declared. “I want it.”
He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “I can build you another, pretty girl. For the right price, of course.”
“I want the one you have now,” I snapped. “And you’ll take me to it, or say goodbye to your left nut.”
He didn’t drop his gaze from mine. “I’m fairly certain at this range, it’s my entire penis.”
I smiled widely, imagining blowing off his cock in an entirely new kind of way. “ Even better .”
“You’re bluffing.”
“Am I?” I asked, tilting my head to the side. “Care to test me on that?”
His jaw stiffened. “You wouldn’t dare shoot me in a public place.”
“Let’s run through the scenario,” I said, twisting the gun against his filthy dick. “You try to run, and I shoot your cock off. The gunshot makes people scream and run in all directions. I slip away in the confusion while you sit here and bleed all over this nice patio chair. I disappear without breaking a sweat because I don’t even exist…and I’ll eventually get what I want by other means while you sit in a hospital someplace, crying into your milk because you’ll never have a filthy little worm to stick into an unwilling vagina again. Nothing will ever make you happy because all the money in the world will never replace the satisfaction of a good, old-fashioned orgasm. I’m pretty sure that’s your best-case scenario. At this range, I’m certain I’ll blow out your asshole as well, so there’s shitting into a bag for the rest of your life to look forward to on top
Bateman was acting as a go-between for Moltke and Gruber, so the man we tracked didn’t have to show his face. He was a hunted man after all. Practically every agency in the world would be joining forces to apprehend the terrorist who murdered two hundred government employees. Wherever he surfaced, he’d be cornered like the rat he was.
Humanity could be the lowest of the low when it wanted to be, but unite them in the wake of terrorism, and you had a powerful force at your beck and call.
Moltke had to be a ghost in order to play his hand… Whatever it might be.
Mercy had made a snap decision while I watched the crowd for Bateman’s men to reveal themselves.
“I’ll go after Gruber and the device.”
“No,” I hissed, tugging her against me. “Not on your own.”
“Stop holding my hand, X,” she spat back at me. “I’m capable. You know I am. We can have both leads, and you know it.”
I narrowed my eyes. I had to make a decision now or not at all.
“Fine,” I said. “You take Gruber, and pump him for information on the bomb. I’ll tail Bateman and see if he can lead us to Moltke.” Before she could stalk off, I grabbed her wrist. “I’m going radio silent…”
“Then you be safe,” she said, placing a kiss on my lips. “I’ll have Jackson watching over me.”
I let her hand fall away from mine as she weaved through the crowd toward the coffee cart where Gruber still sat, waiting for Bateman to make himself scarce. I didn’t like it, not being there with her, but she was right. Mercy was more than capable. Section Seven wouldn’t have recruited, trained, and approved her for field duties if she weren’t.
Leaving her to handle Gruber, I wandered through the crowd, tailing Bateman, conscious of the fact he still had his own men scattered about the market.
Good thing for me, I was the best ghost out there.
Chapter 8
Mercy
“ G uten tag ,” I said sweetly as I slid into the chair opposite Gruber.
His eyes widened as he took me in, and his beady little eyes lingered far too long on my tits. He smiled then, obviously thinking it was his lucky day. How wrong he was.
Loosening my gun underneath the table, I shoved the barrel against his dick and smiled as his body stiffened.
“Who are you?” he asked, giving me the once-over.
“Who I am doesn’t matter,” I replied. “What I want does.”
“That could be anything.”
“You’re building a bomb,” I declared. “I want it.”
He scoffed and rolled his eyes. “I can build you another, pretty girl. For the right price, of course.”
“I want the one you have now,” I snapped. “And you’ll take me to it, or say goodbye to your left nut.”
He didn’t drop his gaze from mine. “I’m fairly certain at this range, it’s my entire penis.”
I smiled widely, imagining blowing off his cock in an entirely new kind of way. “ Even better .”
“You’re bluffing.”
“Am I?” I asked, tilting my head to the side. “Care to test me on that?”
His jaw stiffened. “You wouldn’t dare shoot me in a public place.”
“Let’s run through the scenario,” I said, twisting the gun against his filthy dick. “You try to run, and I shoot your cock off. The gunshot makes people scream and run in all directions. I slip away in the confusion while you sit here and bleed all over this nice patio chair. I disappear without breaking a sweat because I don’t even exist…and I’ll eventually get what I want by other means while you sit in a hospital someplace, crying into your milk because you’ll never have a filthy little worm to stick into an unwilling vagina again. Nothing will ever make you happy because all the money in the world will never replace the satisfaction of a good, old-fashioned orgasm. I’m pretty sure that’s your best-case scenario. At this range, I’m certain I’ll blow out your asshole as well, so there’s shitting into a bag for the rest of your life to look forward to on top
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