The military are coming. “Hei.” Kagé stood abruptly, an amused but wary look on his face. Sex Kagé sunk to his knees directly behind him and kissed Dante’s neck tenderly, “Why, Dante, do you defy me when you know I’ll only make you regret it?” He felt immense satisfaction at the trembling of Dante’s hunched shoulders. He couldn’t tell who said it. “We’re going to catch the Guild.”
The convoy had been set up efficiently, and now Hei drove at the head of the 5 black 4x4s and two armoured trucks. “Goodbye, then,” and he left. Stark took the now-empty seat at his side, a detached look in his eyes. Please. Another assassin.”
“Sh–”
“Do not question me, Dante Hatake! Hei looked up in shock. Hei watched as Kagé hovered on the edge of pulling his pistol out, but his hands lifted in a harmless gesture and he stepped back. Traffic had fallen to almost none. Maybe more. “Are you drunk?”
“I believe so.”
“For God’s sake, man,” Dante took a step into his room, and then suddenly found himself pinned against the wall by Stark’s muscular arm. Dante groaned at the fatigue and tried to stand again, hoping Kagé wouldn’t see, but he knew it was futile. Kagé’s voice came over the earpiece now, “Now everyone fucking DRIVE!” And the battered SUV shot off into the darkness.
