Secret Agents

Chapter 9

Dan always hated sleeping in hotel rooms. The soft, sink in beds and luxurious decor just never cut it out for him. And yes, maybe he did enjoy a 7-11 slushy better than roasted duck covered in butter. And maybe he enjoyed home made pancakes, and yes maybe he did like meeting new people like Phil and ye-

Dan stopped in his tracks. Phil? When did Phil come into this ranting in his head? The British boy started to walk again but slowly. He's always worked with partners and never liked working with anyone but for some reason, Agent Lester stuck in his mind.

Dan finally made it to the gas station/store. He looked inside, only to see his reflection staring right back at him. He was in his Pj's, black shirt with plaid black over sized pants. His hair was a mess and he just about looked dead. Dan sighed walking into 7-11, smiling at the slushy machines in the back of the small store. He went over there and started to wonder which size he should get.

Then he heard gun shots.

Dan gripped the gun in his pocket.

"Okay you sluts give us your money!"

"No Ryan we were going to call them whores not sluts."

"Oh sorry," Ryan cleared his throat before shooting off another bullet into the ceiling. "Give us your money you whores! Uh I don't like the way that sounds Matt."

"But it was my turn to decide what to call them this time Ryan!"

"Well calling the sluts is the same thing as calling them whores right?"

"No Ryan-" Dan cocked his gun at the two men. "Drop your weapons." He yelled in a calm steady voice. Matt rolled his eyes. He took out his gun and pointed it at the cashier. "I'll kill," Matt looked at the name tag. "I can't read that Ryan what does it say?"

"It, It says Guy."

"I'll kill this, wait his name is Guy?" Matt asked.

"Oh no it says Tye."

"I'll kill Tye if you don't drop your gun Mr..." Matt rolled his eyes. To Ryan that was one of their signs.

Ryan quickly shot Dan in the leg before Matt ran over to punch him. Dan felt pain in his right leg but swiftly dodged Matt's attack. Matt then smirked, Dan without hesitation grabbed onto the counter while trying to stand up. Ryan ran over and punched Dan in the face again and again until Mr. Howell finally went limp.

"Hey, hey Ryan." Matt snickered out. The man still had a gleam of power in his eyes while standing over Dan. He was thinking about how he could kill him right now. Stuffing the straws down his throat. "Ryan?" Matt said stepping closer to Ryan. He put his hand on his shoulder but Ryan quickly grabbed his arm and held it on Matt's back. "Well shit I thought Jack and Mark only did the kinky stuff in the house."

"Matt you do know who he is right." Ryan said looking back down at the British man. "Yeah some police guy who wanted some pyjamas." Matt then followed Ryan's eyes.

Realization took over his body.

"Oh shit Ryan."

~

Felix hated doing work on his own. He hated going to the houses of his enemies. He hated having to hear the screams of terror, the heart wrenching eyes of his victims begging him to let them go. The blood pouring onto his clothes. Feeling the last beat of their heart on his hand.

Felix hated doing things on his own. No one was there to help him. No one was there to at least give him the courage to kill again. But the one thing Felix did like doing was being alone after he kills.