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 Felicia watched him go by and launched, landing on the small of his back with her knees digging in either side of his waist. Her claws landed on either side of his throat, crisscross, ready. "Babe, I'm already done. Goodnight asshole, say hi to my dad for me." "Wait!" He hissed, wincing against the pain in his neck, literally. While he wasn't known to value his opponents highly, his life was another matter. "I got answers you might want. Like whether your friend is still alive or..." He said, gambling. "If you are who I think you are, who ordered the hit on your old man. Kill me, you get nothin'." "His name. Say his name, prove you're not fucking me over, what's the name of my father?" she replied coldly, digging in. "You're Walt Hardy's kid. I'd say it meant something, but I barely knew him. It was just a job." Felicia paused, exhaling on the back of his neck. "Careful. One person's job and all that. You have any leads on who hired you, or is this just a pathetic last gasp to get me to care?" "I know who hired me. But if you want that info, we can talk when I'm far from here." Hammerhead hissed. "I die, that dies with me and let me tell you, girlie, you'll never find that lead on your own." "Better hope you mean it," Felicia rumbled in his ear, tapping her claws along his neck before she released him, dropping down. "I came to kill you tonight, but next time I'll come to hurt you." |
