Page 80 of Firefly
My eyes flash to the guys who are watching closely and looking as if this girl makes one wrong move, they will put her down themselves.
The crowd gasps, and my eyes snap back to Jade who is now holding the knife, sinking into the girl's gut, then removes it and slams the girl's face into the dirt.
I laugh, because, goddamn, she’s brutal.
The crowd cheers, and I shake my head, then Jade rears her arm back and sinks the knife into the girl's neck. The blonde is down and silence follows briefly before the crowd erupts louder.
What the fuck?
Jade sways afterward, visibly exhausted, before collapsing. Dario instantly jumps into the pit, lifting her from the ground.
Interesting.
Very fucking interesting.
Then they disappear outside.
I stand by the bar trying hard to stay unseen. Just blending in with the crowd.
Soon after, Dario comes back in and gets into the pit.
I decide then to walk outside to see where the girl of the hour is, and that’s when D’mitri arrives. Devils Incarnates Enforcer.
The atmosphere changes immediately, and I see him pressing a gun to her head roughly and saying something too low for me to hear. I don’t know why it pisses me off. Maybe becauseshe looks trapped. Maybe because I know that look. But I stay hidden anyway.
Then I call Flynn as I watch the Russian prick move towards the Mill like he owns it.
“Something is going down,” I mutter quietly.
“Explain,” Flynn commands.
As I tell him what just fucking happened, I see Jameson suddenly chase the blonde girl I thought was dead into the woods.
What the fuck is happening?
“Wait. Give me one moment,” he growls. “Okay, I got my guy checking the cameras I secretly installed inside the Mill weeks ago,” he says, and I drag my hand over my face.
A few minutes later, Jameson comes out of the woods sans blondie, and I raise a brow, muttering down the line.
“What the fuck is happening?” I whisper, then gravel crunching has my head turning, and I see a black van pull right up to the edge of the treeline and two men climb out wearing what looks like hazmat suits.
Clean up crew.
Jesus Christ.
“I’ll call you back,” Flynn states, and the line goes dead.
What in the actual fuck.
Rumbling has my head snapping behind me as the twins arrive.Both armed and tense.They don’t spot me, thank god, because I really don’t want to have to explain what I’m doing here.
My phone rings, and I answer it.
“Shut it down!” Flynn orders. Simple as that.
Next thing I know, Flynn’s men arrive and have me dressed in all black tactical gear.
One of them hands me a mask with a long beak attached to it like some plague doctor nightmare.
