Chapters (14)
- Praise
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- ONE - OUT OF TIME
- TWO - THE SCARIEST PLACE ON EARTH
- THREE - GOING UNDERGROUND
- FOUR - TWO MONSTERS AND A GHOST
- FIVE - THE HORROR SHOW
- SIX - ALL KINDS OF APPETITES
- SEVEN - TO WAR WITH DEMONS
- EIGHT - BLOODBATH
- NINE - LITTLE BILLY HARTMAN GETS HIS REWARD
- TEN - WHO’S AFRAID OF THE BIG BAD WOLF?
- ELEVEN - MORTAL AND IMMORTAL ENEMIES
“If the Project is in any way involved, it would have been decided at a much higher level than we have access to,” Erik said tiredly. “All field agents are mushrooms, you know that, kept in the dark and fed shit on a regular basis. How do you know this isn’t the result of some major cock-up by your higher-ups?”
“Because we don’t do things like that,” said Melody.
“Yeah, right,” said Erik.
Happy looked at JC. “Sounds like they were dropped in the deep end, unarmed and unprepared, just like us. If you believe them, which I prefer not to, on general principles.” He glared at Natasha. “And don’t you think I’ve forgotten what you did to me, bitch. What you made me do. I can still taste blood in my mouth and feel loose teeth with my tongue. I should smack you a good one right in the mouth, so you can see what it feels like. Except that I’m a better man than that. I am. I really am. Oh the hell I am . . .”
He punched her in the mouth. Her head swung round under the impact. Happy stood over her, breathing hard. And then Natasha turned her face back and sneered at him.
“Is that it? You punch like a junkie.”
Happy went to hit her again. JC grabbed his arm, stopping him. Happy glared at JC, meeting his gaze unflinchingly.
“Why not, JC? Give me one good reason.”
“Because we’re supposed to be better than that.”
Happy pulled his arm free. JC didn’t try to hold on to him. Happy sniffed. “You might be, JC. I’m still working on it.”
“You don’t know what they did to him, JC,” said Melody. “What they did to us when you weren’t there to protect us. That little toad used a taser on me. Over and over again. And laughed while he did it.” Melody’s machine-pistol moved closer to Erik’s head, as though pulling Melody’s hand behind it. “You have no idea how much it hurt, JC. My gut muscles still ache. You don’t know how helpless and violated he made me feel while he hurt me. Do we really need both of them alive, JC?”
“Yes,” he said. “If you feel the need to do something, you can search them both for weapons. Feel free to be exceedingly thorough.”
“Sounds good to me,” said Melody.