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Felinus was calling for Issac when he heard the cracking voice from the open door to the left and ran forward. Behind him, the Russians were putting down whoever was still breathing while Dog flanked Felinus in the hall. Bat and Tiger broke entry from the back and were almost to the door the voice had come from. Tiger gave him a glare as he blocked Felinus from running in, and he and Bat stepped in as a team.
“Clear,” Bat called. “Fucking hell-”
Felinus stepped in to see a run down stuffy little office the same dark color as the rest of the run-down pub. Immediately across from the door were two still figures. One was on the ground, twisted like a puppet with cut strings and bits of his head missing, a fading clover tattooed on the side of his neck. The other was smaller, bound to a chair, blood spray almost blending into the red hoodie vest with mouse-shaped drawstrings Issac had worn to school.
“No,” he breathed, rushing forward and kneeling on the dead man to cup Issac’s face. “Baby boy, stay with me.”
Issac’s eyes twitched as he seemed to lean into Felinus’s palm. “Don- hurt-”
“No one is going to hurt you,” Felinus said quickly. He didn’t like how Issac was breathing- it was too shallow, too wet.
“Um, Boss,” Bat said from the left corner of the room. “I don’t think he’s talking about himself.”
Felinus looked around to Bat, who was standing a few steps away from the door and pointing down. What he was pointing at made Felinus freeze.
The kid was shaking as he sat on his knees with his fingers laced behind his head, his pale freckled skin blotching as he shuddered out a sob. In his position, the green hoodie he was wearing had pulled down at his wrists and there was a bloody bandage on one forearm and scarring, some long and thin, others small and round, on the other. He couldn’t be legal. What the fuck was a kid doing here?
Felinus looked down at the dead man, the bit of his face he could see matching the picture of Finnegan O’Riley Snake had provided everyone. There was the shine of metal on the ground, a pistol that had been in O’Riley’s hand. “No one hurts the kid,” he said firmly, holding Issac up as Tiger got him loose from the black plastic holding him. “Call-”
Issac choked as his body shifted, coughing wetly and breathing like a drowning man.
“Go,” Dog shouted. “I’ll handle this.”
Felinus didn’t need to be told twice.
