The Eyes of Fate (Currently in Rewrite)

Chapter 57

"You sure about this, Captain?" Ranger's voice was stressed through the phone. Fang could understand why. After all, Ranger had his own problems with the alphabet agencies, and there had been few worse than their last one. "I'd feel a lot better if you had some overwatch."

"It's going to be fine, Ranger." Fang said gently. "To be honest, I'd feel better knowing I was in your scope too, but it's going to be fine. Chesyr is already in position just in case, but I don't think she'll even need to act. These are just the cleaners, and they're usually a calm bunch. Not to mention that they should have been given a brief overview of my file, so with luck they'll be on their best behavior."

"That's what worries me." Ranger deadpanned. "With luck."

"Yeah, I know." Fang chuckled. "Our luck is awful. Maybe someday it'll change."

"Fingers crossed. Good luck, Captain." Ranger hung up, and Fang pocketed his phone. It was early enough that the co-op parking lot was empty. The sun had been up for less than an hour, and Fang was irritated about it. He'd been waiting around for half an hour, just kicking rocks and looking suspicious as hell. Chesyr had snuck around somewhere and was lying in wait. He wasn't even entirely sure where she was, and he wanted to keep it that way.

Just in case.

Finally, the SUV with the agents in it showed up. Three men that Fang vaguely recognized got out of the back and offered him smiles. They were dressed casually in jeans and t-shirts, and one of them said something that made the other two laugh. The driver got out next and fixed Fang with a glare as he strode ahead of the cleaners.

Dumb ass field agents still don't know how subtlety works. Fang thought, rolling his eyes at the agent's piss poor attempt at intimidation.

"Mister Fang," One of the cleaners said as they walked up. 

"I thought I recognized you." Fang said, inclining his head at him. "We've worked together before, haven't we?"

"Yes, we've cleaned up after you a few times before." The man offered a hand. "I go by Oxy."

Fang reached forward to shake Oxy's hand, a joke on his lips, when he found his wrist grabbed by the field agent. He squeezed, obviously trying to make it hurt, but it didn't even warrant a flinch.

"You get one chance, agent," Fang spoke slowly, his voice ice cold. "Let go, or I'll break you."

"Like I'm afraid of some criminal scum." The agent laughed. "Do your worst, you stupid-"

Whatever he was saying was cut off as Fang slammed the toe of his boot his face. Fang smiled as he felt teeth break. He was surprised the jaw hadn't gone too. The man's grip tightened as adrenaline suddenly crashed into his system, his body finally realizing he was in a fight. Fang drove his other elbow into the agent's wrist, breaking both bones and making him let go. The agent sunk to his knees, holding his broken arm, and Fang stepped back to look at him. He'd give the agents props for not screaming.

"So, what did we learn?" Fang asked, grinning at him. One of the cleaners whistled. 

Damned cleaners are always psychopaths, he thought.

"You piece of shit, I'll kill you for that!" The agent said, lisping through his shattered front teeth.

"You so much as try to stand up, and I'll beat you to death." Fang spat, taking a step forward. The agent flinched, and Fang smiled at him. "Now tell me, why did they send a field agent to a cleaner's meeting?"

"Fuck you, you little punk." The agent snarled, spitting out blood and tooth fragments. "I'm not telling you."

Fang kicked him in the face again, this time with the bottom of his foot. The agent sprawled out, either unconscious or dead, Fang didn't care which. He turned towards the SUV and fixed it with a glare.