The bullets, knife and flamethrower looked fake for Halloween but what no one knew was they were one hundred percent real.
“Damn Suki,” Kamui whispered. “Do you need to look any more sadistic?”
Suki grinned up at the camera mounted on top of the traffic light at the corner. “You like it?”
“Damn straight!” Kamui exclaimed. “But Shinbe would like it better.”
“Like what?” Shinbe’s voice rang over the transmitter but Suki ignored him as she walked up to the front door and gave it a hard kick, sending it flying back against the wall with a bang.
“Oh nothing,” Kamui said innocently. “Unless you like Suki looking all bad ass while holding a flamethrower and showing enough cleavage to put a centerfold to shame.”
Suki ignored that comment too as she made her way deeper into the haunted house.
