Page 23 of Demon Huntress
We are all meant to be together.
When he got there, the house was dark. Flash waited for a second, debating what to do. He could stay here and wait around or follow them to Schindler’s. Flash decided to head to Greg’s to try to make progress on the Phar-Scape situation. He wondered humorously if he owed Greg a present for bringing him, Slade, and Cass together.
He had absolutely no doubt that Cass would be back on the job as soon as possible, and he didn’t want her going in alone. Greg could hack in and get him access to the company, so he could cover Cass’s ass while she did her undercover thing.
When he arrived, he banged on the door until Greg opened it. His friend was rubbing sleep from his eyes and yawning as he pulled open the locks.
“What the fuck, man? It’s like, three a.m.,” Greg muttered.
“Yeah, well. I’ve got a job for you, and I want it done before dawn.”
“What did I do to deserve a friend like you,” Greg muttered.
“Oh, stop,” Flash said, making a kissy noise. “You know you love me.”
“Fuck you.”
“Tempting, but no.”
“What the fuck do you want?” Greg snapped, finally waking up properly.
“I need you to hack Phar-Scape again. I want to go in as well, and I can’t do that without a cover.”
“Okay, okay,” Greg said, heading for his computer. “You’re lucky that their shit is so piss poor I can literally do this in my sleep.”
Flash followed Greg to the computer and watched him boot up the machine. Even though he was still yawning and rubbing his eyes, the lines of code streaked across the screen in blindingly fast-changing characters, with Greg’s hands moving across the keys with an almost supernatural speed.
“I just realized something,” Greg said. “There are no open positions at the company for you to take. You have to find another way to get in.” He yawned. “Wake me when you figure it out.”
Flashed growled low and menacingly, causing the computer guru to tense in his chair.
“Fine,” Greg grumbled, “you owe me bigger than shit for this.”
“Yeah, whatever,” Flash said with a grin. He watched as the monitor displayed a list of company names. “What are those?”
“Vendors in Phar-Scape’s accounting system. Maybe you can get access through one of them.”
Flash saw a name he recognized. “What about that one?” His finger touched the screen.
Greg clicked around, bringing up another screen. “This invoice is from last week for construction work. Looks like they are building a parking garage next to the office building and doing some remodeling.”
“Right,” Flash blurted. “They are a construction company. I’ve seen their name at construction sites around town. And I can do that stuff.”
“Seems fitting,” Greg said as he typed away, then yawned and rubbed his face. “I’ve got you set up as a site supervisor. You’ll have full access to all areas. This is a sensitive job, Flash. Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Of course, I’m sure. I’m not letting my mate go in there alone, especially since I just got tailed by a bunch of nasty shifters who were obviously after her.”
“I just think that a job this delicate might be better suited to Slade,” Greg said bluntly. Flash scoffed.
“Really? How do you figure?”
“Forgive me, Flash,” Greg said, yawning. “But you’re the impulsive type. You could blow your cover if someone stood in front of you for too long in the coffee line.”
“I’m not that bad,” muttered Flash.
“No? What about that bar fight where the guy took too long to line up the shot in darts, and you smashed a crystal pitcher of scotch over his head?”
Flash sighed. “I told you, he was holding that fucking dart for a whole ten minutes.”
