The runner doubled back, back to where Glory had subdued his
partner, not that it helped.
But she stopped when she saw a figure huddled over said partner,
hands near their throat.
“Excuse me?” Glory asked as she landed.
The figure spun round, and the unmistakable glint of a scalpel
was dulled slightly by the blood.
“EXCUSE ME?” Glory asked, now extremely furious.
“Well, didn’t you find it odd, all the people you beat up
and threw a beacon on, no court appearances? We’re the… Clean Up Crew.”
Glory noted the ‘we’ right as the knife plunged at her back.
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