Tiger

The Black Tiger. Eyes on Masson. Glinting yellow. Sharp claws. Killer.

Rushed Masson. A dodge. Falling. Missing by an inch. Masson wasn’t about to lose the other eye. He looked at Jackson on the floor. He took his pistol out and fired twice.

The bullets hit the Black Tiger in the shoulder. He fell back. Slowly getting up. Bulletproof vest.

Masson took the opportunity to run. He stumbled but not before noticing a piece of paper crumpled in Jackson’s hand. He took it and beat it.

Black Tiger sighed. Motherfucker.

Masson took a Taxi back to the apartment hideout Katherine had set up. A hotel controlled by Moorfield. He looked at the note.

“S — 0789 124235 — She knows the code.”

“What?” Masson said.

Nadia and Neera were watching TV in the living room when Masson entered the living room. They had entered while he was washing up. A bruise on his back where he had fallen.

“You’ve made an inferior cow friend…” Masson said, “You shouldn’t have brought this person here…”

“Inferior cow?” Neera said getting up and grabbing the racist fuck by the collar, “Say that again!”

“Mooooo…” Masson said. Neera kicked him in the balls. Knocking him out.

Nadia sighed. She had booked a flight back to Paris tomorrow. This was the end of the line. She needed to face everything head on. Even without her friends.