Cody's POV
"How the hell am I supposed to know I thought she was in the house that you guys so stupidly burned down. Now the firemen and the police are on their way. Amateurs." Devin scoffs "Do you really think you scare me? I've been hanging out with Thirteen these past few days and she's terrifying when she's angry.
"Shut up Devin." You read my mind Chase.
I glance over at Jason who keeps scanning the area for some way of escape. His eyes meet mine.
'Well?' I mouth and he shakes his head in reply. Just great...our only hope is if Thirteen made it out of the house. Not like she'd actually help us anyway.
"I'll ask you again, where is Thirteen?" he sneers. He's obviously in charge and obviously pissed off with Thirteen for some reason...join the club. I've come to the conclusion that this is entirely her fault.
He paces around in front of us in a slow threatening manner and to be completely honest if I knew where she was I would've sold her out already...maybe we'd finally be rid of her. I'm kind of hoping she is stuck in the raging fire behind us.
A slight kick from Devin causes me to turn to him. He gestures with his head to the street. I look at where he gestures. All I see are seven men in the street. Congrats Devin, you've officially lost it.
Wait seven? Weren't there eight?
I get my answer as Thirteen creeps quietly up behind the guy farthest back, one hand goes over his mouth and the other plunges a dagger into his throat. His body goes limp and she begins to drag him back behind another car.
She repeats this four more times effectively killing six of the eight guys standing in the street...now what about the other twelve standing in front of us?
She stops in the middle of the street and seems to contemplate what to do next. Her eyes find mine and she gives me a salute before turning and disappearing from sight. She reappears carrying a large duffle bag. She moves silently across the street and opens one of the previously guarded cars.
Is she leaving?
I watch as proceeds to toss the duffle bag inside and then she herself slips in and closes the door as quietly as she can. But it doesn't really make a difference considering the raging fire less than three yards from us is loud enough to drown out her actions. She starts the car and begins to drive.
She is leaving! I'm going to kill her when I get my hands on her.
My thoughts are interrupted as the barrel of a gun is pressed into my forehead.
"How about you?" he speaks, "Do you want to tell me where she is?" with pleasure.
"She just killed six of your men and drove off." He spins around along with everyone else to see whether or not I'm bluffing, it takes him all of two seconds to realize I'm not. The anger shows on his face plain as day.
"Hey boss man." What are you doing Devin? "Have you ever been hit by a car?" We all to turn to stare at Devin like he's grown another head.
"No." he states aggressively.
"Have you ever been hit by one of your cars?"
"No." Devin, you're annoying him.
"Well will you do me a favor and let me know how much it hurts?" I stare at him in disbelief...until I see the shining black metal surface heading towards us with the speed of a freight train.
The car crashes through the mailbox, doing a fishtail swerve, stopping mere inches from us as it successfully knocks all the other men to the ground.
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Agent 13 (Book 1)
Action"With all due respect sir, adding a new member to this team will only slow us down." "On the contrary, if anything your team will slow her down." *** She's the ghost story you tell around a camp fire. The monster that hides in your closet. The night...
