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Pant-ing.
I press closer.
Hans just beheaded a man.
He drops the head on the carpet, the thud audible through the speakers.
I should be disgusted.
Hans turns around, sword in hand, and I finally get to see all of him.
A wildness glows in his eyes.
His shoulders are bulked with exertion.
And he’s covered in blood. The red droplets dripping off the edges of the Post-it notes clamped in his teeth.
“Holy fuck,” I whisper into the room while fanning my face.
It’s like Hans can hear me because his eyes move to the hidden camera as he reaches up to take his treasured Post-its out of his mouth.
My breath fogs the screen, and I’m seriously considering licking it when the speakers crack from a door being slammed elsewhere in the house.
I force my eyes away from Hans and see Second Man walking through the kitchen, the door to the garage closed behind him.
His brows are furrowed as he approaches the open basement door.
He still has Hans’s other sword in his hand, but the point is down and he’s using it like a walking stick.
Second Man stops at the top of the stairs and calls down, “I told you, there’s nothing down there.”
“Wrong.” Hans’s voice sounds a second before he steps into the living room.
Second Man whirls to face him.
Hans doesn’t slow as he crosses the room.
With his left hand, he stuffs the stack of Post-its into his pocket, and with his right hand, he holds the blood-soaked sword, point aimed up and out.
He twists his wrist, and the blade twirls in a macabre dance.
There’s still blood on his face, and a few strands of hair have come free from where the rest are tied back.
He looks intimidating as hell.
Second Man’s eyes widen, which is the correct response.
But then he lifts his stolen sword in front of him, even though it’s clear he doesn’t know how to use the weapon.
This guy doesn’t stand a chance.
Sorry, sir, the correct reaction would have been to run. Away. As fast as you can.
My fingers touch the screen as Hans spins the blade once more. But this time, when it twirls upward, he reaches across his body to grip the handle with both hands.
In one smooth motion, Hans takes the final step and clashes his sword against the one in Second Man’s hands.
Second Man’s sword jerks upward, the impact of Hans’s too much for it to withstand.
