Saints and Demons United, Their Strength Cuts Through Steel (Part 2)
On the upper floor of the building, inside a swanky lounge, an aging white guy was sprawled out on the sofa, living his best life. He poured himself a glass of red wine and sipped away, grinning like he’d just won the lottery.
"You know what’s the cheapest thing in the world? Not dirt—people. One car crash, one bullet, one little knife, heck, even a bad fall, and poof! Gone. But you know what’s the most expensive? Still people. People run everything, own everything, control everything. So, the best business in the world? The people business!" The old man muttered, feeling mighty pleased with himself. "Alright, let’s see where those four little mice have scurried off to."
He got up and walked to a control panel, picked up a microphone: "Hey, where’d my four little beauties go? Got ‘em yet?"
"Relax, boss, we’ve tracked them down and blocked their way. They offed a few guards and grabbed some guns, but it’s no big deal."
"Good." The old man replied, cool as a cucumber. "Our guests got quite a scare tonight, so I need those girls to calm their nerves. Chop-chop, catch them alive—all of them."
"You got it, boss, we’ll—" Bang! A gunshot blasted through the mic, followed by a mess of gunfire, shouting, and screams. It sounded less like a secret underground base and more like a war zone in the Middle East.
"Hey, what’s going on?" The old man frowned. "Hey, answer me! What the hell is happening?"
No answer. After a moment, someone finally clicked the reply button. A sweet female voice came through: "Here’s the deal—we just took out your goons, and next up is you. So wash your neck and get ready, you bastard!"
The old man stared at the intercom in shock, then slammed the table and cursed: "What the hell are you saying, you crazy woman? Speak English!" Yup, that last line was delivered in Chinese.
Deep underground, in a messy corridor, Celeste stuck out her tongue and switched off the intercom, grinning at Jill Young: "Sis, did I nail that speech or what?" Turns out, that bold taunt came from the quiet little Celeste herself.