Book Seven: Chapter 120

The Reaper turned and walked back into the house, the door banging shut behind him. Cyrus came out from his hiding spot just around the corner of the tent. The men who had run alongside him now looked at him as if he were a fool, but he no longer cared. He stared at the window that had been shot. It was no longer damaged, but nobody else seemed to notice this.

“Fuck, when are we moving in?” he heard someone muttering.

“I hope it’s soon,” someone else replied. “The sooner we burn this shit to the ground, the better.”

Cyrus made himself scarce, moving to the edges of the mercenary camp before sliding over to the side of the property. It was a short walk to the backyard, which felt wrong to him. He had vague memories of long walks with both Mike and Death around the property, but couldn’t quite remember any details of the property.

“He’ll meet you in the back,” said Dana through his earpiece.

Cyrus cleared his throat and looked around. Nobody was nearby.