Wolfhound: Secret Heroes

“Revenge?” I asked. “These guys did something? Stuck you in that skin-tight? Hurt a friend? Bankrupted you?”

“Destroyed what I stand for.” Shadow replied hotly. “What I work for. And I’m proud of this ‘skin-tight!’”

“Oi!” Jukebox replied. “We’re the ones who’re armed! Show some respect!”

“Two!” I said, and looked him directly in the eyes. “Cool it! She could help us.”

“Help you? Why?” Shadow sounded skeptical.

“You want revenge? This whole district is full of these guys. We’re taking them down. Work with us. We’ll get our job done, and you’ll get your revenge, even easier than you would’ve.”

“How can I trust you not to shoot me in the back?”

“Easy. Jukebox, rifle to the ground.”

“What!?!”

“Rifle. On. The ground.”

I walked over to a body, grabbed a pistol off it, and went back. I set my own gun on the ground, and walked over to Shadow. I held the pistol by the barrel out to her.

She slowly took it. But she didn’t lower it. In fact, she pointed it right at my forehead. “What if I shoot you and your buddy? Right now?”

I stared around the barrel into her dark, lavender eyes, and replied “Then my gut would be wrong for the first time in my life.”

She stayed still for a good five seconds. Then, the pistol slowly lowered. “…It’s not wrong.” She took a breath. “Alright. Let’s go kill us some dumb motherfu**ers.”

Jukebox and I picked back up our rifles. “Oy really hope ya know what yer doin’.”

“You’ve never listened to your gut before?” I motioned her to open the vent. “She’s on our side, whether she knows it or not.”

“You don’t know that.”

I started walking backwards. “Again. Gut.” I turned around and went up to the vent. I heard Jukebox sigh softly behind me, then follow.

“Allen.” I said. “Looks like we found another friend.”

“Okay. Risky move there, Firestar.”

“I had a hunch. Seems it paid off.”

“Hopefully so. Alright... Leon’s at the rendezvous. Jackie should get there just before you do. Go.”

We climbed into the vent. Jukebox first, then Shadow, then me. We set off, crawling to the other end. Our rendezvous point.