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The Saints' boss and Angel stared at me like I was an alien.
"Hello," the woman chirped in her Russian accent. She had higher class looks, poise, and clothes that would be expected of a celebrity. But she didn't seem snooty, the edges of her mouth were turned up into a slight smile.
"Hi," I replied awkwardly. I knew I should be more courageous but I didn't know how the boss would react or why Angel was working with them.
"You saved one of my comrades. And you were helping us take out the soldiers. I want to know why." She took a step toward me and looked down at me.
"Well they were shooting at me as well as you so I figured I could help you out, plus the big guy was a gentleman."
"Oleg always is. You acted out of survival and a bit of the goodness of your heart. Excellent. "
That seemed like high praise coming from her. "Thank you. Is Angel training you?"
"Yes, we plan take out Killbane together!"
I didn't give a response, more out of fear than anything.
"I'll be seeing you both," she stated before walking out.
I turned on Angel, "Why are you working with the Saints?"
"To get back at Killbane, why else?"
"What if they're worse than Killbane? You'd risk being put under occupation just to get back at him?!"
He tensed up. "You don't understand how important this! That bastard took everything from me!"
I took a step toward him and gestured to myself, "He didn't take everything."
He looked away, "He took enough, especially from you. But I'm still glad you're back." He took the last step toward me and hugged me. His face burrowed into the top of my head. I felt myself calm and press into him more. Warmth crept up to my skin.
He pulled away after a few moments, "I need you to help me get Xibalba in the car."
We started walking to the garage. "Where are we taking him? The vet?" I asked
"It's part of Ophelia's training."
Xibalba was lounging in the corner using a rubber tire like a chew toy when we got there. "That's an unfortunate name."
Angel held out his hand, "Yeah it is but she's been pretty lucky. Xibalba, come on."
The tiger got up and starting circling my legs, bumping into them so hard I nearly fell over. I opened the passenger door to the Neuron so he could jump inside. "Are you sure we won't be caught by STAG?"
"The car's black not purple. We should be fine," he said and climbed in the driver's side.
I got in the front. Xibalba started whining in the back and looking around anxiously. I reached back and started petting him, "It'll be okay."
Angel started up the car and drove out of the garage. Xibalba ducked down into the floor when he saw a mouse toy to chew on. I slunk down in my seat when a Luchadore car passed us.
"Relax, you'll be fine." he assured.
"You sure?"
"We have a tiger, a pissed off wrestler, and a soldier whose trained like a ninja. They wouldn't last a second."
That made me giggle, "Thanks."
He parallel parked the car and got out. I got out and opened the door to the back seat. None of the pedestrians made a scene when Xibalba got out and walked over to Angel. He reached into his pocket and unwrapped a bloody steak. Xibalba wolfed it down and hopped in the convertible in front of us.
"I try not to feed him raw meat because it gets him aggressive. It should kick in in ten minutes."
"Did you get this training program from Talladega Nights?" I asked as Angel slammed the door and got back in the car.
He snorted, "I should've used a cougar, then."
"But will he be okay?"
He pulled out of the spot and started driving, "He'll be okay." Screams started to echo behind us as we drove off. Panic shot through me, making me hunch over and clamp my hands over my ears. It got hard to breathe or even think.
"Serena?" I could feel Angel shake me but the touch made me flinch more. I braced for an explosion, a punch, anything that could hurt. Everything in my body went painfully tense as my heart palpitated. "Serena!"
"Please don't," I gasped out.
He sighed and looked back to the road, but kept his hand on my shoulder. I was trapped in panic for what seemed like forever, but I forced myself to breathe deeply and relax then look back up. We were in the casino garage. "We're here," he stated but stayed where he was.
"Did I say anything?"
"First it was something about your dad and Matt. Then, and I quote, I will always place the mission first, I will never accept defeat, I will never quit, I will never leave a fallen something about Killbane."
I laughed sadly, "Yeah, they're the ones to thank for making me weak."
"You really need to get help."
I slipped out of the car and snorted, "That's coming from a man with a serious fixation and severe anger problems."
He gestured to the building around us, "This is my therapy."
"Whatever works, I guess," I sighed and walked inside. Angel headed straight for the ring. My body itched for confrontation, surprisingly, so I followed him there and got ready.
"You're sure?" he asked as he stepped onto the mat.
"Misery gets tiring after a while, some rage would be a nice relief."
He nodded and threw the first punch. I blocked the volley with my good arm and lashed out with my leg. He pinned it to his side and lifted up, sending me to the ground. He put my foot on his shoulder, stretching my muscles painfully. "Is that all?"
I kicked out his knee and leaped up, pinning him back. "I'd say so."
He picked me up and pushed me off. I started a volley of punches against him, making him block until I could find an opening. When his arm raised just enough, I launched in my foot and got him square in the jaw. He slammed into the punching bag. "You gotta stop with these fucking kicks," he growled as he rubbed his jaw.
I started to bounce my heels, "Well it worked."
He launched himself at me again. I was on the defensive this time, doing my best to block. He grabbed me and lifted me over his head, going to throw me. I rolled out of his grip and wrapped my legs around his neck to drag him down. He tried to pry me off, but after ten seconds he tapped the mat. "You okay?" I got up and looked him over.
"Jesus," he croaked, "I'm not trying to kill you."
"I know, but you're the only one I can take it out on right now" I crouched and helped him to his feet.
"Yay, lucky me."
"Don't worry, STAG's next."
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