“Yeah, well, when the nuggets itch, you take that shit seriously,” Steve replied, as if this were a normal conversation. He then looked at Kent. “And you?”
“Me what?” Kent frowned, keeping his eyes on the road.
“Do you have an issue?” Steve asked, as serious as Steve ever got.
“Yeah.” Kent pulled onto the ramp heading toward the freeway. “You invading my fucking space and talking about your balls. Sit the fuck back.”
Kent tossed a quick glare at Steve who, of course, ignored him.
“Listen, I’m just saying, whenever Warriors have issues with each other, shit doesn’t click. And we need shit to click when dealing with dodgy situations.” Steve pointed between them. “Just because we got our own Demon Slayer doesn’t mean shit isn’t going to get dodgy. Actually, with our luck, it means it’ll get extra dodgy with a side of what-the-fuck.”
Daniel’s mouth twitched.
Kent gripped the steering wheel tighter. “Does he ever shut the fuck up?”
“He means well,” Daniel said, a humorous smirk pulling at his mouth.
Steve leaned in farther. “See? Daniel gets me.”
“I said sit back,” Kent growled.
“I am back,” Steve argued, not moving. “This is just my upper half. My ass is back against the seat.”
Kent stopped at another red light and seriously considered running it just to get them where they were going faster.
“Well, since everything seems hunky-dory in the land of brooding silence, anyone want to clue me in on where we’re going?” Steve asked, looking between Kent and Daniel.
“A surgical center,” Daniel answered as Kent pulled into the parking lot.
Steve blinked, then slowly looked at Kent. “Ah. Finally getting your head removed from your ass.”
Kent’s elbow shot back, but Steve was already gone, plastered against the seat like he’d been born avoiding death.
“Fast for a dumbass,” Kent muttered, pulling into a space.
“It’s a skill I learned being around moody Warriors I pissed off on the daily.” Steve grinned, then leaned forward again, because apparently, he had learned nothing and liked to live dangerously. His eyes moved over the building. “So, why exactly are we here?”
Kent backed into a parking spot so they were facing the building and could see the door. “Slade wants us to check the place out. Look for anything out of the ordinary and see how many front staff they have.”
“Why?” Steve frowned.
Kent had wondered the same thing, but figured if Sloan wanted him to know he would have told him.
“No clue,” Kent replied, his gaze sweeping across the parking lot which was pretty empty.
“It’s going to look pretty suspicious if we all go walking in there,” Daniel said watching the door. “Steve, you go in invisible and check the place out.”
“Yeah. Okay,” Steve said, then went invisible. “You want me to get a price on that head-from-ass removal while I’m in there, Kent?” The back door opened and shut before Kent could respond.
Kent’s mouth tightened as he stared through the windshield. Fucking Steve. He then watched as the door to the automatic surgical center doors opened with no one there indicating it was Steve. Jesus. Couldn’t he have waited for someone to walk in, so it didn’t look like the fucking place was haunted?
“What are the chances of him fucking this up?” Kent asked, still watching the now closed door.
“It’s Steve,” Daniel said after a second, his gaze on the surgical center. “So pretty damn good.”
Kent snorted.
“But he’s one hell of a Warrior,” Daniel added. “Trouble just has a hard-on for him.”
