Mike
An annoying buzz vibrates on a hard surface beside me breaking my slumber. I roll over to my side and reach out for the bothersome noise. Once the phone is in my hand, the buzzing continues. As I force my eyes open, I see it’s Federal Agent Malone.
Great.
“What?” I answer the call with a sluggish, growly drawl.
She barks instantly, “What the hell, Michael? You were supposed to lay low, instead, you killed one of his men? What the is wrong with you?” Oh, she’s not thrilled.
A grunt escapes me while holding my side as I sit up. My body feels raw and mangled. “An innocent man was going to be tortured and killed,” I defend myself.
She forces a sarcastic laugh. “Oh, so you’re a vigilante now?”
I pinch the bridge of my nose and count to three. “Look. They don’t know it was me, for al
