Removing the blade had been an irritatingly slow process. He needed to maintain silence and to avoid any grotesque bone crunching sounds that would be heard by anyone nearby. He was paranoid about the sound of dripping blood in the already dripping and damp warehouse and that sound was much less of a threat than the cracking of bones, or thump sound of a carelessly dropped body.
The key card and gauss pistol John had already recovered in his search, were between his own boots. He sorted through the rest of the tough's clothing, finding nothing of interest until he reached the right boot. Concealed under a pant cuff and tucked into a boot was a blade. It was not just any blade. This one was special.
This blade sent John's thoughts into a giddy state of over drive.
This blade was hi
