The night had been a complete mess for Roger.
It was supposed to be a simple guard shift over the shipments. Standard evening making sure no one tried to steal the product, the trucks came on time, etc.
It was supposed to be boring.
It was supposed to be easy.
There was a tiny hitch.
Seraph had arrived.
He cursed as he ran between the storage units, trying to hide in the shadows and let the cries and shouts of his peers drown out his footsteps. He squeezed his hand to stop the bleeding and numb the pain.
He should have known there would’ve been trouble. The bitch had been hitting their operations one by one. Worse, their family stood at the apex of the criminal underground; any problem that impacted them would reverberate to other factions.
Despite the risks, there was no change in guard detail.
Just a rumor.
The Sins would be on the watch.
“Shit...fuck! Where are they?” He looked around in desperation for those beastly enforcers. No one at his rank ever SAW them; the Sins were far above his pay grade. It doesn’t change the fact that his cohorts getting destroyed in large numbers.
The Boss would not allow this to continue all night!
He heard footsteps coming towards him, his feet pivoting just before the end of a katana stopped short at his neck. He backed up, switching directions before another figure holding two swords landed behind him, trapping the man.
Both figures had white masks that glowed in the dark night, though only the man holding the swords allowed his mouth to show, his lips curling into a slight smirk, “Leaving so soon? We just wanted to ask some questions.”
Roger gulped, looking between the two of them.
Seraph had arrived with Archangel.
“Fuck! Look, man, just let me go! I swear I don’t know a god damn thing.”
“He’s lying.” The sword towards his neck didn’t waver as Seraph spoke, her voice cold like a winters’ breeze. Her mask hid her face, the embossed wings curling around the cheeks to enhance her eyes. Silver eyes were as bright as the moon and as piercing as the sword in her hand.
“Yeah, that’s not a good idea.” Archangel stepped closer, his blue eyes narrowing a little, but his smile didn’t waver, “Look, we know that you’re just small fry, and this is a whole lot more trouble than its worth. You shouldn’t have to deal with crap like this.” He tilted his head, his smile widening to a mocking grin as he lifted one of the swords behind his head, his posture relaxed, “Just tell us what you know about your boss, and you’ll be free to go.”
Roger’s face went pale, cold sweat beading along his brow, “Are you crazy?! They will KILL me. They will KILL my family. No, no way, you guys are going to have to just-”
The Archangels’ smile faded, his eyes going cold. In an instant, he was much closer to Roger, holding one of his scimitars to his neck, “We could KILL you instead.” He ignored the glare of his partner, not caring about her disapproval on his bluff, “Give us a name.”
Logically, Roger knew that these two were not the killing type.
Killing? He didn’t think so.
However, logic does not go very far with the sharp edge of the blade against his neck, “Okay, okay! I can give you a name.” He sighed in relief as the younger man backed up. Roger touched his neck to check for any cuts and gulped, “It’s-”