EDGE
By the time Blade and Smarts had helped us clean out the cuts, Point Blank and I had gone through two bottles of whiskey trying to cover the pain.
We were both healing nicely by the time Blade left for work, but that didn’t mean we were comfortable. That much skin regrowing is always going to be painful.
Now it was just the three of us, we grabbed a bottle of rum and all sunk into our chairs, ready to try to work out what went wrong with that last job. Intel said the targets hardly had any men, and they definitely shouldn’t have had enough to pull an ambush like that off.
That meant they were likely hired guns. The only teams we knew of in the local area were ourselves and Blade, so it was likely they came from out of town, but that didn’t really tell us much.
I sighed, pouring
