Page 3 of Demon Huntress
Sure, Slade would be angry, but he would get over it. He always did. Slade understood him, and as co-alpha, Slade knew he ran things differently. It was how they got along so well. It was also how they fought. He was the hot-headed one, and Slade was the thinker.
He snuck around the side of the garden and made his way through a broken board, slipping to the other side. The garden was full of plants and flowers and the smell of perfume. He scrunched his nose and froze when he caught another scent. One that he knew really well.
He scowled and then heard the soft footsteps behind him coming around the garden just like he had.
He turned, looking at Slade as he slipped through the board. Slade was a tall man with deep red hair cut short at the moment. Flash’s bright blue eyes stopped on him, and he could smell that he had recently had a cigar, one of his nasty habits.
Flash scowled, crossing his arms. "Couldn't leave me alone for five minutes, could you?"
Slade scowled back at him. "You didn't make it hard to find you. If you really didn't want to be found, you should have tried to be sneakier."
He sighed. He should have known he was there to tell him to go back home. He didn't approve of everything that he did. It wasn't that Slade and he got along perfectly because they didn't.
Before he was kidnapped, they never saw eye to eye. They were rivals and hated each other. After a female dumped both of them, they learned that maybe fighting wasn't the best idea.
"How did you even know I would be here?" he asked, irritated. He thought he had been pretty careful, but then again, this was Slade. He knew him well.
He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head to the side. "Flash, it isn't like it's hard to put two and two together. I know you hold a vendetta for everything they have done and that you were watching the accountant. I decided to follow you to make sure nothing happened."
He crossed his arms, not wanting to hear him tell him how this was a bad idea. He didn't care. He had wanted to do this for months, and Slade wasn't going to change that. "Don't try to stop me, Slade. I'm doing this." He could have gone over all the reasons why but he didn't.
Slade pulled both of his hands up, nodding. "I'm not going to. I'm here to help. Let's nail this bastard. Make them pay for everything."
Slade gave him a chuckle before he walked closer. "So, what's the plan?"
He watched as he stretched his arms, ready to do whatever he wanted. He couldn't help but be grateful. After everything, he wanted to make those people pay for what they did to him.
They were up to something, and he wanted to ensure that no one ever had to go through what he went through. Whatever they were planning, he was going to put a stop to it.
He looked over the garden and then at the large house that the accountant lived in. It was a two-story home with an entire security team and a large gate which they had already passed.
"The accountant is out on vacation, but all of his staff are still here. Avoid hurting the domestic servants, but most of the security are workers from the business. They get shifted around, so I can tell you their hands aren't clean."
Which was a nice way of saying if they ended up killing a few, he wouldn't have nightmares about it later. They weren't innocent. It wasn't any extra stress on him whether they were alive or dead.
He moved first, stepping around the garden and headed for the back entrance. Slade was right behind him, following his lead. They watched as a maid walked through the kitchen into the long hallway. He slipped the door open, and they slid inside.
They headed down another hallway when a door beside Slade opened. They both turned, and Slade grabbed the man around the throat and twisted. The guard’s neck snapped, and Slade caught him before he could fall.
He dragged the man back into the room, shutting the door all within a minute. Slade sighed and gave Flash a nod to move forward.
They took out three more guards before they made it to the second floor, where they finally found the office. Flash threw himself into the chair and opened the computer. He looked at Slade, who was keeping watch in the hallway.
They had about five minutes before they needed to get out. If the security was good, that was the amount of time he was giving himself. That, and someone was bound to find one of the bodies they had left.
He broke into the initial passcodes and tried to flip through the files, then another hack popped up. He scowled, irritated.
Suddenly, the software went berserk, and he realized that either magic or some demonic shit had been tied to the technology. He had no idea how that worked, but it wasn’t the first time he’d experienced this kind of weird crap with Phar-Scape.
"Fuck," he said as the room started to shake. Shit. Shit. SHIT.
Slade's eyes widened. "What did you do?"
First, a pen and then a book floated from the desk. Great. A poltergeist. Just what they needed. Things flew around the room, smacking him.
Ducking as the stapler tried to slam into his head, he slid the flash drive into the computer. Slade cursed, avoiding a chair zipping across the room.
Flash dodged being hit by a plant, and his anger grew hotter by the second. Who the fuck puts this on their computer? Well, someone who knew there was a possibility of being hacked, that's who.
