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“How did you catch such a big fish?” Yule had his shoulder propped against the side of the doorway. He must have gotten curious himself and come to see what was up. “When I loaned you my guys, I didn’t think you’d get this lucky, Jita.”
Odin had been so wrapped up in making sure Hunter was okay, he hadn’t even considered that. As his underboss, First was typically not far from Isa’s side, especially when something was going on. Right now, while they were in the midst of an all-out war?
First also happened to be incredibly skilled. He’d have to be in order for a person like Isa to trust keeping him close. According to Jita, his digging into the situation had uncovered that First had been the one put in charge of having him jumped. As a highly skilled and trusted member of the Frost family, who could order around dozens of soldiers, it was unlikely that First had just stumbled into Jita’s hands.
Something wasn’t adding up.
“How did you catch him?” Odin had only just asked the question when a loud boom rend the air, shouts following soon after.
“What the hell was that?!” Yule called, stepping out into the main part of the warehouse.
“Someone blew up one of the cars outside!” a soldier yelled back.
Odin swore. “It was a trap!”
Even without hearing the details from Jita, it was obvious now that First had gotten caught on purpose. They must have planned on following his trail.
“Do you think it’s a rescue mission?” Yule asked as he pulled out his blaster from the sheath at his thigh and set it to its highest setting.
“His numbers are low,” Odin considered, “so it’s possible. If he can rescue them, they’ll remain loyal in any case. If he can take out as many of us in the process, bonus.”
“So probably not here for you then?” Yule kept his gaze on Odin but passed the blaster off to Hunter without skipping a beat.
Before Odin could say anything, Hunter took the weapon, turned on his heel, aimed, and fired.
First’s mouth gaped open but that was all he managed to do before the bullet whizzed through the air and hit its mark directly between his eyes.
Yule let out a low whistle.
Jita adjusted his glasses and cleared his throat, stepping away from the now dangling deceased body. “I was told you were an excellent marksman, Mr. Thorn, but I do say that was an impressive shot.”
“Sorry for stealing your thunder,” Hunter said, not sounding the least bit apologetic despite his words, “but we can’t risk him making it back to Frost.”
“Agreed.”
“They’ll have the place surrounded by now.” Yule bent down and removed a hidden blaster from the side of his leg. “What’s the plan, boss?”
“Kill on sight,” Odin ordered. “And keep my Whisper safe.”
He snorted. “I think he’s got that last part covered all on his own but all right.”
There was another blast, this one not nearly as dramatic as the first, followed by the sound of boots pounding against concrete.
Blasters fired and shouts rang up, echoing throughout the building as the Snow Brumal members who were present took on the intruders.
There was a back exit, but Yule was right, they were most likely surrounded with the enemy hiding in wait for anyone to try and escape that way. Meaning there was only the front door as an option. He hesitated, wanting to come up with a safer exit strategy since Hunter was with him.
“Stop overthinking it,” Hunter said, elbowing him lightly in the side. “Act the way you usually would if I wasn’t here.”
“Not an option.”
“Fine.” He reached for one of the sheathed daggers hanging off of the weapons belt Yule was wearing and slipped one free before the other guy even noticed. A quick surface-level slash to the side of his arm happened faster than Odin could stop, and then he was holding it up to his mouth. “Drink.”
“Huntsman.” Odin was not pleased that he was making decisions like this amid all this chaos.
“I get you need to be in charge,” Hunter stated, “but we don’t have time for you to throw a tantrum. Just drink. You need to be strong enough for both of us.”
He frowned, but it was clear by Hunter’s pursed lips he wasn’t of the mind to elaborate at the moment. With a growl, Odin grabbed onto his elbow and yanked him closer, latching onto the wound to lick and suck at the blood welling there. He only got a little, enough to coat his tongue, and then he let go.
