Restraining the beast

The Garantine was no mindless thug, appearances to the contrary. “I was going to say we would find an understanding.”
The other assassin laughed painfully. “What can you offer me that would be richer than tearing your head from your neck, sniper?”
The Vindicare stared into the Eversor’s wide, bloodshot eyes. “Nothing has been said yet, but the directors can only be bringing us together for one reason. One target. And I think you’d like to be there when he dies.”
He said the name, and behind his fanged mask the Garantine grinned.

Chapter Six