“I know it said ‘the end’ but since when is ‘the end’ really ‘the end’?” Edgar was sitting on the edge of the yacht, sipping on a very full glass of champagne. He’d already spilled a splash on his shirt and had rubbed it in roughly with his thumb, making the stain even bigger. “I mean, surely there has to be more? Our fans demand it.”
Daisy was running down the corridors. They were practically empty, though before they’d been full of screaming, panicking agents. She was panting hard as she ran. She wasn’t the most athletic of the soldiers and ever since she had joined the artillery division she hadn’t needed to train as much. Right now she regretted avoiding… Continue reading The Street Crawlers: The Soldiers of Hell
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