“We know you have a stealth ship equipped with what you called ‘Mirage technology’. It allows you to mask your ship’s design and make it appear as something else on long range infrared scanners. We want you to use this technology-”
He punched her in the f***ing face and began dragging her through the floor of the safe house they arranged their meeting at. Light shone out of her eyes which completely blinded him. At this moment, Hindmarsh fought for his life harder than anything else he would ever fight for in his life. By the end of it, he was more fatigued and injured than he had ever been. A big purple incubi tried to exit the body, but it slowly inched back to its host so that it could heal. He kept pointing his gun at it.
*How the f*** did this b**** know about his stealth fighter? Was the Nighthawk program infiltrated? Did the Navy know about all the corruption and intimdation he created? Could he still hide the fact that he used one of their most advanced weapons for his own purposes as a mercenary? What the f*** was going on here? How could he have f***ed up this badly? Was this it? Was this the end?!*
The incubi went back to its host. He was ready to pull the trigger, but it didn’t matter. His gun was out of bullets and incstinct told him to stay away from whatever the hell that purple parasite inside of her was.
After several minutes, the woman got up, she was bloody and she should have been dead. But that parasite thing kept her alive unnaturally. She limped back to a sofa where she lay down and rested.
Hindmarsh was done, she knew he would have killed her by now if she could have. But he also knew she would kill him right now if she could, and she could, but she didn’t.
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