“So this person here that is killing these people is your problem? How the fuck is a small thing like you going to catch a killer?” Mercy sounds as unbelieving as I feel.
I drop the girl's hand as Knight does the same and Mercy puts herself at the door.
“That is the thing. Six months I was briefed about our new special ops team, I was not one of the nine chosen for them, but a week later I was knocked out and woke up with their names on my body and a summary of injecting them with an untested drug to increase aggression. I woke up that night and went to the facility to tell my superiors, only the new special ops team was all lying dead on the floor and the only one remained. I told my superiors, they checked the surveillance and saw it was wiped out. THEN a few nights later someone tried to kill me.” She lifts up her shirt and shows us the red scar marring her skin close to her appendix.
“Doesn't explain what the fuck you doing here!” Knight says.
She slips the glasses off and her blue eyes look at all of us, she is a cute little thing. Reminds me of a snow fox.
“O'Bryn sent me here, told me to hide in Kanla, said if I needed you guys, only then must I come find you. He gave me this.” She slips the ring from her pocket.
A reminder of our vow we made.
is he to you,”
at Mercy, and smiles, “He's
ring, “So I take it you are the hunted, not the
back to the clubhouse, I'm going to give River a call,
name is Harley, she's twenty seven, five foot three, dark blue
from the age, you look a
and my mood falls lower when
I know, she is
your name?” Knight asks
“Harlow O'Bryn.”
“Age?” I ask
“Twenty four.”