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I posted this a long time ago, but...They Fight Crime!
My fave thus far.
He's a jaded Amish romance novelist gone bad. She's a bloodthirsty mutant schoolgirl looking for love in all the wrong places. They fight crime!
My fave thus far.
He's a jaded Amish romance novelist gone bad. She's a bloodthirsty mutant schoolgirl looking for love in all the wrong places. They fight crime!
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Luke Weaver tugged at the explosive collar around his neck, the white ferroceramic under his jacket making him look like some deformed priest. He didn't appreciate the comparison and usually shot people who made it. The girl he knew only as Agent Feral was pressed against his side, watching the warehouse across the street.
Her eyes were closed, but that never stopped Feral. She looked like a toy, being small and thin and delicate. The little Japanese school uniform didn't help her image. Her mind ranged out into the night, touching the tiny lights inside the warehouse, the lights of human minds. Fifty people were inside; 25 from the Morozi Family, 25 from the Shian-tzo Tong. THere was a major deal going down tonight, an alliance that could not be allowed.
Luke grunted as he reached for the sniper rifle by his side and pulled back the bolt. Feral snarled back in her throat, the only sound she knew how to make. Luke felt something in his stomach tighten. He wanted to be back home, finishing up 'Scotland Lust' but no, he was in a ten-dollar room with a psychokinetic psychopath who got paid in Happy Meals and body parts.
Feral growled again, and suddenly sounds erupted from the warehouse. Multiple gunshots, followed by more of the same. Luke licked his lips as he peered through the sight, waiting for any escapees. She was doing her standard trick of firing guns at random with her TK. In the close and tense atmosphere of the warehouse it must have been like throwing water on a cat convention. Most of the gangsters would kill each other and it was up to Luke to get the smart ones. 'Lucky me', he thought.
Feral curled against him seductively, despite the many times he'd told her that it just wouldn't work between them. The Agency would never allow it. He fired as the first man came stumbling out of the warehouse, and caught him between the eyes.
He sighed and pulled the bolt back, chambered another round. It was a living.