the lit cigar out upon the desk.
"I bid you a fond good evening," he said, before walking away.
Chapter Fourteen
Talk about a late start.
As Qhuinn dematerialized away from the mansion, he couldn't believe that it was ten o'clock at night and they were just getting started. Then again, the Brotherhood had stayed holed up in Wrath's study forever, and when he and John had finally been let in, V's announcement that the proof against the Band of Bastards was ironclad had led to a good half hour of trash-talking Xcor and his buddies.
Lot of creative uses of the word fuck, as well as some crackerjack suggestions for places to put inanimate objects.
He'd never thought of doing that with a garden rake, for example. Fun. Fun.
And Blay had missed it all.
Reassuming his form in a woodland area south and west of the compound, Qhuinn steeled himself against making any inferences about what had detained the guy - although the fact of the matter was, the fighter had gone up to his room and hadn't come back. And whereas most accidents happened in the home, it was a good guess that he hadn't had a slip-and-fall.
Unless Saxton had been playing throw rug on the marble in their bathroom.
Feeling like he wanted to slap himself, he surveyed the snow-covered landscape while John, Rhage, and Z appeared next to him. The coordinates for the location had been found in the phones of those car thieves from the night before, the seemingly abandoned property about ten or fifteen miles past where he'd caught up with his stolen Hummer.
"What the hell is that?"
As someone spoke up, he glanced over his shoulder. What-the-hell was right: Looming behind them was a boxy building tall as a church steeple and as unadorned as a recycling bin.
"Airplane hangar," Zsadist announced as he started walking in that direction. "Has to be."
Qhuinn followed, bringing up the rear in case anyone decided to pull a hi-how're-ya -
From out of thin air, Blay made his appearance, the male suited up in leather, and as heavily armed as the rest of them. In response, Qhuinn's feet slowed, then stopped in the snow, mostly because he didn't want to lose his footing and look like an asshole.
God, that was one grim motherfucker, he thought as Blay started walking forward. Was there some trouble in paradise?
Even though there was no eye contact between them, Qhuinn felt compelled to say something. "What's..."
He didn't finish the "doing" part of the sentence. Why bother? The guy stalked past him like he wasn't there.
"I'm great," Qhuinn muttered as he resumed trudging through the ice pack. "Doin' awesome, thanks for asking - oh, you having probs with Saxton? Really? How'd you like to go out and get a drink and talk about it? Yeah? Perfect. I'll be your after-dinner mint - "
He cut off the fantasy monologue as the breeze shifted and his nose got a whiff of sweet and nasty.
Everyone got their weapons out and focused on the airplane hangar.
"We're upwind," Rhage said quietly. "So there's got to be a big-ass mess in there."
The five of them approached the facility cautiously, fanning out, searching the ambient blue glow of reflected moonlight for anything that moved.
The hangar had two entryways, one that was bifurcated and big enough to fit a wingspan through, and the other that was supposed to be for people, and looked Barbie size in comparison. And Rhage was right: In spite of the fact that the icy winter gusts were hitting them in the back, the smell was enough to tingle the insides of the nose, and not in good way.
Man, cold usually dimmed the stink, too.
Communicating via hand signals, they split into two groups, with him and John taking one side of the mammoth double doors, and Rhage, Blay, and Z zeroing in on the smaller entrance.
Rhage went for the requisite handle while everyone braced for engagement. If there was a football team's worth of lessers in there, it made sense to send the Brother in first, because he had the kind of backup nobody else did: His beast loved slayers, and not in a relationship sense.
Talk about your thin mints.
Hollywood put his hand over his head. Three...two...one...
The Brother penetrated in total silence, pushing the door open and slipping inside. Z was next - and Blay went in with them.
Qhuinn felt a heartbeat of pure terror as the male jumped into the unknown with nothing but a pair of forties to protect him. God, the idea that