The Eyes of Fate (Currently in Rewrite)

Chapter 72

Finding Fang was just as easy as it always was. Sentinel just followed the sound of knives hitting targets. It didn't seem to matter what anybody said, Fang was still pushing himself every single day. Sentinel didn't bother knocking, just walked right in.

"Hey Fang," He called out. Fang turned from where he was demolishing a wooden dummy. 

"Morning Sentinel." He still had his bandages wrapped around his leg and covering the bullet wounds, and they weren't even showing blood on them. He was covered in a sheen of sweat, and he was breathing hard, but he was smiling the same way he always was. "How's the stitches?"

"They still itch, but otherwise they're alright."

They had been home for almost a week, and had mostly just been resting since then. The day after they got back, Chesyr had basically forced them all into town to see a real doctor. Apparently, this wasn't the first time they had been here, since the woman hadn't asked any questions about where they got their injuries. They had also answered honestly when she asked what they were, not that you could necessarily disguise a bullet wound as something else. While the others now had casts and bandages crisscrossing their bodies, Sentinel had gotten out with nothing more than stitches in some of his worse shrapnel marks.

"Good." Fang nodded, then gestured for him to come over. "You come in to spar?"

"Oracle sent me for you, actually." That got the captain's attention. He slammed the knife into another dummy and left it there, then went over for his discarded shirt and started putting it on. "She didn't feel like wheeling herself down here, so she asked me to come."

"Did she say what it was about?"

"She said to tell you to go to the meeting room," Fang heaved a sigh before Sentinel could continue, "and not to bother cleaning up beforehand." 

Fang laughed and shook his head. "Must mean it's payday, then."

"Payday?" Sentinel repeated it as a question.

"Well, yeah." Fang said. He gestured for Sentinel to follow him as he headed out the door. "We did just finish a huge job, it's only right that we get paid."

"But wouldn't we just get it as, like, a wire transfer or something?"

"The half that covers our day-to-day costs does, but for our cuts this is more fun." Fang laughed. He stopped with his hand on the door. "You're coming in to deal with them with me. Remember, this is business time."

Sentinel looked down at himself, noting that he was just wearing the clothes he threw on when he came down for breakfast. He wanted to go change, but before he could even think about asking Fang had pulled open the door and marched into the meeting room.

The room hadn't changed at all since the last time Sentinel had been in there, and he wasn't sure why he had been expecting it to. Maybe because so much had changed for him since the last time he was in there. 

The only exception was that this time there were already three men standing there, waiting for him and Fang. There were three of them. One had the complexion of a Native American, and the other two were so pale they were practically see-through. 

"What the fuck do you think you're doing in here?" Fang asked, holding out a hand to stop Sentinel to stop Sentinel where he was. Sentinel was hit with the now-familiar feeling of the temperature in the room dropping. Fang narrowed his eyes at the men. "You know the rules. You wait outside until we get in here."

One of the pale men broke away from the others, taking a step towards Fang.

"I don't care what your rules are." He sneered. "I'm not listening to some jumped up little-"