Page 4 of Demon Huntress
Damn it. How had he not seen this? How had he not thought about it? He should have. He knew better.
"Flash," Slade growled, snapping his attention toward him. "Is it downloaded? We need to get out. NOW!"
He glanced at the computer, feeling the room shift once more. Heavier objects were now moving. Fuck. This was just great.
The files were downloaded, and he yanked the flash drive free, moving out of the way as the filing cabinet slammed into the desk, missing him by inches.
He kicked it, cursing several times. Again, who plans for this shit?
"Flash." Slade grabbed his shoulder, turning him. "Get your head out of your ass. We need to go."
An invisible tornado filled the room, papers flying and the lights flickering. With Slade, they burst out of the office into the hallway. Guards yelled as they raced down the staircase, breaking the railing as they went. Bullets whizzed by their heads.
He could feel Slade's eyes on him as they piled into his car. "The fuck was that? You let your anger rule you, and you stalled. We could’ve gotten pinned in there because you can't control your anger."
He frowned, clenching his jaw. He wanted to argue, but what could he say? Slade had a point.
"Your inability to handle your anger is going to get us into a situation we can't get out of. You need to get it under control. Now."
He remained silent.
"And you better pray that whatever the fuck was back there stays because, I swear to god, if you unleashed something on us, I'll fucking hurt you."
"It won't," he grumbled, ready for the drive to be over. He wasn't a five-year-old. He was a grown-ass man who could make his own decisions. He made a mistake, and he was ready to move on.
"You better be right." Slade stepped on the gas, silencing the argument.
He was wrong. Once they were home, they realized the demonic fucker that he unleashed at the house had ventured home with them.
Pissed, Slade stood with his arms crossed in the kitchen, glaring as the lights flickered. Flash sat in the other room, trying to ignore the flying objects, but it was impossible. He also knew it wasn't going to go away.
"We need to call someone," Slade said, stepping into the living room. His anger had morphed into exhaustion.
"Who?"
"A demon hunter."
"Seriously?" he grumbled.
"Yes, because this isn't stopping."
A chair flew by, slamming into the wall. Slade waved a hand, and Flashed frowned. Maybe he had a point. Again.
"Fine." He pulled himself up. "Do you know anyone?"
Slade nodded, and it didn't surprise him. His friend knew a wide range of people who could help him with different situations. It came in handy in moments like this.
"I'll make the call." Slade turned and slipped down the hallway. Flash flinched as the lights went out and sighed. All right, maybe he fucked up.
Chapter3
Cassandra
After being home and planning for several days, Cassandra had the next part of her mission ready to activate. She always enjoyed picking her outfit for the next day, especially when it was the beginning of an assignment. It helped her settle into the mood, the personality, and the mask of the character she was setting out to portray. When it came to blending into Phar-Scape, she wanted to go with a sleek pants suit that fit the lean muscles of her frame.
She was wandering through her vast closet when her phone on the bedside table rang. She had stripped down to her underwear and bra, which were a durable lace getup that she often wore for potential suitors. It made her feel undeniably sexy, so she wore it around the house, catching glimpses of herself and fawning the way a proper lover would.
Cassandra sighed and answered. “Don’t tell me something is wrong this late?” she snapped.
