Claire widened her eyes, feeling the icy touch of the gun against her temple.
Erick, with a wicked grin on his lips, clicked his tongue.
"Your hand against my index finger, wanna bet who's faster?"
Claire gritted her teeth, slowly pulling the blade away from Erick's throat.
"You're fast... If I hadn't come here on another mission, I'm sure I'd have invited you to join us. Our health insurance covers anything."
Of course, Erick already knew the joke.
Not least because the members of the Union's entourage carried a higher mortality rate than any accident could ever dream of reaching among the commoners, as the Union members called the ordinary people, who knew nothing about what went on behind the scenes of society.
"I can certainly imagine, but..." Erick stood up, as soon as Claire was far enough away from him. "I still have a gun on you, what do we do now?"
Erick looked at his watch.
