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smile of his. “Works every time.”
“The people that are hunting you, I don’t know who they are.” She began.
Connor scowled. “Not exactly what I wanted to hear. Don’t make me get back up.”
“Look, I’m not lying.” She continued. “I honestly don’t know who they are. I just know they have a major hard on for you and they’re takings directives from some guy, calls himself Hawking.”
“Hawking?” Now this caught Connors attention. “Steven Hawking?”
“Yeah.” She answered. “That’s the one. Asian dude, white hair, scar running down across his eye and face.”
“Fuck.” Connor was somewhat disturbed. “And he’s here? Now?”
“They’ve already got men in the building.” Staci was still breathing hard, bent down on one knee.
I could smell the blood on her shirt.
“Who is this Hawking dude?” I asked.
“Bad business.” He replied.
Before he even completed his sentence, he was across the room, gripping Girard by the back of the neck, hoisting her off the ground somewhat, dragging her back towards me so she could look at the panoramic view of the rest of the club.
“Where?” He demanded. “Show me where they are.”
She struggled to raise her arm, the agony at her neck so intense that it almost hindered her movements. Slowly she pointed out three men situated at different areas on the Lounge floor, a beige triangle forming on each of their bodies when she touched them on the wall screen.
“Is that all?” Connor squeezed tighter. “Do not lie to me.”
“Y...yes.” She sobbed.
“Then I guess we’re done with you.” He said.
I knew he was going to kill her.
“Connor, no, wait!” I yelled.
He released the hold he had around her neck and her body plummeted to the ground.
“You said Modus Operandi assisted in getting you the Principle job, correct?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Which means you were ordered here, right?” There was something I needed to know and if what Connor said about these people were true, then maybe she would be custodian to the knowledge I seek.
“There was an influx of...” Staci began to cough violently. “An influx of lycanthrope activity in the area. I was…sent here to chronicle it.”
Connor turned around. “What do you know about that?”
“That they are in league with something called the Translucent Man.” Girard crawled towards the chairs, pulling herself up in one of them.
Connor smirked. “It always comes back to that douche bag, doesn’t it?”
“What do you know about the Eden Complex?” I asked.
“Give me your word.” She stammered. “Give me your word that you won’t kill me. That you’ll protect me.”
“We don’t have time for this.” Connor made a move towards her.
“Connor don’t.” I was in front of him. “Remember your promise. You said you’d help me locate Jenova Darkstar and free her.”
I could see the wrath in his eyes. He growled something ungodly and turned his back on both Staci and myself.
I kneeled down alongside her, taking her hand. “I’ll protect you. I give you my word.”
“Thank you.” She had started to cry again. “Thank you so very much.”
“Now what can you tell me about the Eden Complex?” I asked.
“Not here.” She said. “We have records on it. I need to access my laptop.”
I aided her to her feet. “What kind of records?”
“Comprehensive files.” She looked out at the club beyond us. “But what about Steven Hawking and his men?”
“You just leave that to me.” Connor was gone unexpectedly and it was just the two of us alone in the Red Room. I saw him appear behind a man down on the Lounge floor, snapping his neck, then disappearing before the body hit the ground.
He materialized behind another man, thrusting his hand into the man’s back, ripping his heart out, before vanishing again, just to surface in front of a third, plunging a switchblade in his chest, then he was back in the Red Room again, biting into the human heart he had