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Could what?
Have someone to double date with? What the fuck was he thinking? He crushed the thought and turned his thoughts to Erebus as a whole.
They were the most unique group of assassins in the world. Nowhere else had Echo ever heard of someone gathering together a bunch of killers and setting them on a path to righteousness like Dave had. Assassins that worked as a team.
It was unprecedented.
It was admirable.
It was a disaster waiting to happen.
Solomon stared at the man holding the gun from across the desk.
“I told you to get Ice to leave, not have Echo shoot him.” He squeezed his hands into fists.
“You told me to take out Ice.” The man pulled off his hood and shook out his hair, gazing at him through dull gray eyes.
There was no humanity left in the face Solomon knew as well as his own. The boy he’d called Rogue was long gone and had been for years, but Solomon still missed him. The sneer and dead look on Rogue’s face was something he’d seen in the younger boy, only that boy had not been pointing a gun at him like now.
“I don’t recall saying that. I said to get rid of him,” Solomon said calmly.
Stunned, Rogue stared at the man he had considered a father of sorts for most of his life. A fucked up shitty one, but Solomon had been the only thing he’d had growing up.
“How else was I supposed to get rid of him?” Rogue said between his teeth.
“You were not supposed to involve Echo.” Solomon squeezed his fists where they rested on the desk and Rogue involuntarily took a step back, which pissed him off.
Was Solomon serious right now? If he had shot Ice, Echo would have never forgiven him. It was better this way.
“They are on the way back. Collect Echo and get rid of Ice.”
Rogue wondered if Solomon had a shred of humanity left inside. He didn’t think so, but he couldn’t be sure because he’d lost his own humanity while lying in his own shit locked inside a dog cage—waiting to be pointed at someone to kill.
Whirling toward the door, he knocked his long trench coat out of his way—it swirled around his black boots.
Rogue paused before leaving. Was there any use in saying any more? What else could he say? It was the same fucked up shit as always and his brain clicked over, going from dark into red war mode.
He suddenly thought of his brothers. Echo wasn’t too broken that he couldn’t be saved. Fisher was already past that point and too fucking damaged to last much longer.
And him?
He would live in permanent hell for his crimes.
He felt nothing. He was nothing.
He walked out.
LAX airport was busy.
He and Echo had decided on a hotel until they could get a place together. Making their way down the escalator, they stood just outside of the crowd that waited around baggage claim. It was there that they leaned against a far wall.
They’d checked a bag because Echo had brought his beloved daggers. They’d had to leave the weapons and other knives in a locker that Echo paid monthly on, but the assassin said they’d be collected and cared for while they were gone.
Echo stood upright from the wall suddenly and Ice slipped an arm around his shoulders, drawing him close.
It was hard not to feel the edge of the blade pressing against his shirt.
Right over his ribs.
