Worth it All

Introduction

"How does she do it?"

Merlin Daniels sat at a bar table, across from his old friend. They had been through hell with each other, pulled countless missions together.
Including the one they just finished, noting the bodies surrounding them on the floor.
"Who do what?" he said, knocking back his shot. William looked at him with a droll stare, knowing he was being an intentional smart ass. There was only one girl who William talked about like this, and Merlin knew there wasn't anything he wouldn't do for her.
Even die.

"I know who you meant brother, but the 'what'.. I have no idea."
William sighed, looking down at his drink, and then his colt .45 on the table, not to far from his left hand.
"How does she deal with me?" He breathed in heavily and exhaled quickly before drinking a bit, "I'm a pain in the ass, I'm far more trouble then she should have to deal with and," He said raising his index finger, "I don't give her the space she needs."
Merlin stopped and looked at his friend. He saw the countless battles they had been through on his face, the numerous wounds and pains he had gone through to make sure that him and all their friends made it home alive.
William was like a brother to him, and he knew the love he felt was unwavering, undoubting, and always unbreakable. He had felt this way since he met the girl, and he never felt so strongly for anyone. At a height of 5 foot 10, William wasn't small. being only shorter then Merlin by a few inches, he was built like a fortress...
But for her he crumbled.
His dark brown hair cut short, he had a million emotions swirling in those Hazel-green eyes. "You know I love her brother." William said after knocking back the little left of his drink, "I know, you only like to talk about it every damn day." He laughed, knowing he was right. "We should get back to work, no telling when the other jackasses will get here." Merlin finished his second shot and then nodded. They both stood and recounted the number of bodies on the floor.
"son of a-"
Merlin's words were cut off as he fired a round into one of the bodies. A knife rolling out of his hand as he flopped back on the floor.
"Missed one, but including mister 'inconsiderate' there, we have twenty in total." Damn. Not a bad number for a decent-pay job, and they definitely weren't complaining.
Thirty thousand for these amateurs was more then enough.
A few seconds later the bar door opened. four men walked in, judging by the height and build of three of them, the skinnier one was obviously the boss. He took a look around, seeing that the job was done quickly and efficiently. He then counted the bodies and checked their facial ID's.
"Good work, you did it quick and clean, you more then earned your pay." He gave us a wicked smile before one of the bigger boys brought a chest over and set it down on the table. Merlin checked the amount while William went over the information for the boss.
God I hate these pricks...
But they knew they had to play nice with the clientele, or they wouldn't be getting paid as much.
"It's all here man, get the gear, let's go home." William heard Merlin's voice behind him before he turned and bagged up the guns, holstering his colt on his leg. They picked up the chest and began to make their exit, with a bodyguard blocking the door.
Merlin smiled heartily before attempting to pass the guy, who shoved him back. "Where do you think you're going, you still owe the boss for hiring you, I would say..." He smiled, "thirty thousand credits?"
Oh hell no..
William clocked the prick before grabbing and throwing him across the room. He looked at the other three expectantly, but none moved at all.
That's what I thought...
They should know by now not to piss off lycans.