Page 117 of Sadistic Retribution

Hunter

“Come on guys,”I mutter under my breath. I'm watching the time like a hawk, from my watch. They're cutting it close. I turn to Jax, asking “If they go over time, what will happen?”

“Well, they won’t be able to go over the fence, but they don’t need to in order to get back to us. The biggest concern will be the cameras coming back live.”

“Okay, but they’ll still have a shot?”

“Yes, though if they get caught...”

I gulp air, praying with everything I have that they make it. I need Pretty Girl. I can’t even fathom losing her now!

Ghost

Seeing those mask-wearing fuckers stirs my demon inside. It's screaming for death and destruction.

I look to Malishka. “We’ve got this, baby. We will get past them, you hear?” She turns away, trying to hide the unshed tears hiding in her eyes. “Malishka! You fight. Got it?”

I let her see my demons, scared she’ll shy away. She doesn’t, though.

She whispers “Let them out, Ghost. Let them play.”

With a roar, I meet the assholes head-on. I have my knife raised, ready to slice and stab right through them.

I sense the others right behind me. They have my back—and we all have Malishka's.

Razor

Oh, it’s so fucking on! I have a knife in each hand, grinning like a lunatic.

“Bring it, bitches!” I shout, salivating at the thought of disemboweling each one of them.

Purge

Rage Out time. I rush up to Ghost’s side, gripping my knife like a lifeline. I look around at the others, finding it interesting no one has pulled a gun yet. We're all some bloodthirsty fuckers. These masks have no clue what is about to hit them!

Synn

I rush up to Ghost’s other side, the knife I have making its way into my hand. I can’t take any chances, as far as protecting Pazessca is concerned.

More noise alerts me to more bodies coming towards us. A handful of those burly, jacked-up orderlies come barreling around the corner.

I shove Pazessca behind me. “Stay behind us!”

She tries to argue, but I’m hyper-focused on killing every one of these monsters.

Phoenyxx

Motherfucking shitballs! Like four wasn’t bad enough, now there’s four more coming for us. Their eight against our nine aren’t the worst odds, but certainly not the best either.

9 and 10 have hung back, not really part of the group, so I turn back to 3 and 6. “You want weapons?”

6 grins maniacally. “Oh, hell yeah, wifey! Gimme!”

I hand her one of the blades I stashed. She turns it over in her hand, testing its sharpness on her palm. “Yeppers—this will do!”

I look at 3, who’s a shaky mess. He's grabbing the back of my shirt.

“Do you want to protect yourself?” I ask.