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Authors: J. R. Ward
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thing we've got going on is not working for me. And I should have known not to trust you. You mind explaining why you killed your squadron?"
Mr. O pivoted around. "Excuse me?"
"Don't try to hide behind lies, it's annoying." Mr. X shut the door.
"I didn't kill them."
"But a creature did? Please, Mr. O. You could at least be more original. Better yet, blame it on the Brotherhood. That would be more plausible."
Mr. X walked across the cabin's main room, keeping quiet for a while so his subordinate could get good and worked up. He idly checked his laptop and then glanced around his private quarters. The place was rustic, the furniture sparse, the seventy-five surrounding acres a good buffer. The toilet didn't work, but as lessers didn't eat, that kind of facility was unnecessary. The shower ran just fine, however.
And until they settled on another recruitment center, this humble outpost was the society's headquarters.
"I told you exactly what I saw," Mr. O said, breaking the silence tightly. "Why would I lie?"
"The why is irrelevant to me." Mr. X casually opened the door to the bedroom. The hinges creaked. "You should know that I sent a squadron to the scene while you were driving out here. They reported that there was nothing left of the bodies, so I assume you stabbed them into the great unknown. And they confirmed that there had been one hell of fight, a lot of blood. I can imagine how your squadron fought against you. You must have been spectacular to win."
"If I'd killed them like that, why are my clothes mostly clean?"
"You changed before coming here. You're not stupid." Mr. X positioned himself in the bedroom's doorway. "So here's where we are, Mr. O. You are a pain in the ass, and the question I need to ask myself is whether you're worth all mis aggravation. Those were Primes you killed out there. Seasoned lessers . Do you know how long—"
"I didn't kill them—"
Mr. X took two easy steps forward and coldcocked Mr. O in the jaw. The other man went down to the floor.
Mr. X put his boot on the side Mr. O's face, pinning him. "Let's quit it with that, okay? What I was saying was, do you have any idea how long it takes to make a Prime? Decades, centuries. You managed to wipe out three of them in one night. Which brings you to a total of four, counting Mr. M, who you sliced without my permission. And then there were the Betas you slayed tonight, as well."
Mr. O was spitting mad, his eyes glaring up from around the Timberland's sole. Mr. X leaned into his foot until those lids were wide, no longer narrow.
"So, again, I have to ask myself, are you worth it? You're only three years into the society. You're strong, you're effective, but you're proving impossible to control. I put you with
Primes because I assumed you'd fa!! in line with their level of excellence and temper yourself. Instead, you killed them."
Mr. X felt his blood rise and reminded himself that anger was not appropriate for a leader. Calm, levelheaded domination worked best He took a deep breath before speaking again.
"You took out some of our best assets tonight. And it is going to stop, Mr. O. Right now."
Mr. X lifted his boot. The other lesser immediately sprang up from the floor.
Just as Mr. O was about to speak, an odd, discordant hum weaved through the night. He looked toward the sound.
Mr. X smiled. "Now if you don't mind, get the hell into that bedroom."
Mr. O crouched into an attack pose. "What's that?"
"It's time for a little behavior modification. A little punishment, too. So get into the bedroom."
By now the sound was so loud it was more a vibration of the air than something ears could register.
Mr. O shouted, "I told you the truth."
"Into the bedroom. The time for talking's passed." Mr. X glanced over his shoulder, in the direction of the hum. "Oh, for chrissakes."
He froze the large muscles in the other lesser's body and manhandled Mr. O into the other room, shoving him down
Mr. O pivoted around. "Excuse me?"
"Don't try to hide behind lies, it's annoying." Mr. X shut the door.
"I didn't kill them."
"But a creature did? Please, Mr. O. You could at least be more original. Better yet, blame it on the Brotherhood. That would be more plausible."
Mr. X walked across the cabin's main room, keeping quiet for a while so his subordinate could get good and worked up. He idly checked his laptop and then glanced around his private quarters. The place was rustic, the furniture sparse, the seventy-five surrounding acres a good buffer. The toilet didn't work, but as lessers didn't eat, that kind of facility was unnecessary. The shower ran just fine, however.
And until they settled on another recruitment center, this humble outpost was the society's headquarters.
"I told you exactly what I saw," Mr. O said, breaking the silence tightly. "Why would I lie?"
"The why is irrelevant to me." Mr. X casually opened the door to the bedroom. The hinges creaked. "You should know that I sent a squadron to the scene while you were driving out here. They reported that there was nothing left of the bodies, so I assume you stabbed them into the great unknown. And they confirmed that there had been one hell of fight, a lot of blood. I can imagine how your squadron fought against you. You must have been spectacular to win."
"If I'd killed them like that, why are my clothes mostly clean?"
"You changed before coming here. You're not stupid." Mr. X positioned himself in the bedroom's doorway. "So here's where we are, Mr. O. You are a pain in the ass, and the question I need to ask myself is whether you're worth all mis aggravation. Those were Primes you killed out there. Seasoned lessers . Do you know how long—"
"I didn't kill them—"
Mr. X took two easy steps forward and coldcocked Mr. O in the jaw. The other man went down to the floor.
Mr. X put his boot on the side Mr. O's face, pinning him. "Let's quit it with that, okay? What I was saying was, do you have any idea how long it takes to make a Prime? Decades, centuries. You managed to wipe out three of them in one night. Which brings you to a total of four, counting Mr. M, who you sliced without my permission. And then there were the Betas you slayed tonight, as well."
Mr. O was spitting mad, his eyes glaring up from around the Timberland's sole. Mr. X leaned into his foot until those lids were wide, no longer narrow.
"So, again, I have to ask myself, are you worth it? You're only three years into the society. You're strong, you're effective, but you're proving impossible to control. I put you with
Primes because I assumed you'd fa!! in line with their level of excellence and temper yourself. Instead, you killed them."
Mr. X felt his blood rise and reminded himself that anger was not appropriate for a leader. Calm, levelheaded domination worked best He took a deep breath before speaking again.
"You took out some of our best assets tonight. And it is going to stop, Mr. O. Right now."
Mr. X lifted his boot. The other lesser immediately sprang up from the floor.
Just as Mr. O was about to speak, an odd, discordant hum weaved through the night. He looked toward the sound.
Mr. X smiled. "Now if you don't mind, get the hell into that bedroom."
Mr. O crouched into an attack pose. "What's that?"
"It's time for a little behavior modification. A little punishment, too. So get into the bedroom."
By now the sound was so loud it was more a vibration of the air than something ears could register.
Mr. O shouted, "I told you the truth."
"Into the bedroom. The time for talking's passed." Mr. X glanced over his shoulder, in the direction of the hum. "Oh, for chrissakes."
He froze the large muscles in the other lesser's body and manhandled Mr. O into the other room, shoving him down
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