The 👁 Eye Of The 🐅Tiger - Book 3

A research Mission

Marcus: Hello, Stefan. Do you remember me?

Stefan squints his eyes and bares his teeth.

Stefan: Hello, Marcus.

Marcus: What's with the face? Aren't you happy to see me?

Stefan: Should I be?

Marcus: Actually, no. Get out of the car, you son of a bitch!

Marcus opens Stefan's door and drags him out, grabbing him by the arm and earning a scream from Artemis.

Artemis: NO!

She gets out and runs around the car.

Artemis: No! Don't do that! You have no right to do that!

Marcus, still holding Stefan, who oddly enough isn't resisting at all, that's pretty weird, don't you think? turns his head and looks at Artemis.

Marcus: Who told you that, baby? I'm a lieutenant. I have the right to do whatever I want!

Artemis: I don't care if you are even the president himself. If you don't get your hands off him now, you'll regret it!

Marcus: Really? Hmmm ... I'd like to see you do that, baby!

Marcus twists Stefan's arm behind his back and pushes him against the car with his big body, making him gasp.

Marcus: What's the matter, butter boy? Did I hurt you a lot?

Stefan turns back, chuckling.

Stefan: No more than you're going to hurt!

Marcus: Huh?

Before Marcus can figure out what and how, Artemis, who's captured Stefan's drift, jumps onto his back, and wraps her arms around his neck as she touches her knee to the center of his spine. This movement doesn't seem to bother Marcus much. After all, Artemis looks like an insect compared to him. What Marcus doesn't know, however, is that sometimes an insect can be deadly, so he starts laughing.

Marcus: Really now?

Artemis: Let him go!

Marcus: Come on, baby. Do you really think you can scare me? Please! In case you haven't noticed, I have a pretty big gun in my belt.

Artemis: I've got my arms around your neck. Who do you think is faster? Get your filthy hands off him right now, or I'll break your fucking spine in three different places in the next two seconds and make you creep like a fucking worm for the rest of your life!

Marcus turns to Stefan.

Marcus: Tell me this. Can she really do what she says?

Stefan: Oh, yeah!

Marcus: How is that possible?

Stefan: Black belt in karate and kickboxing and a little Krav Maga.

Marcus: Wow! Where did you find this perfect piece?

Stefan: Special delivery directly from Olympus.

Marcus: You son of a bitch! You've always been so damn lucky!

Artemis: Hey! What the hell is going on here?