I stormed into my office, Zee trailing behind me like a faithful shadow. I still would not admit it to his face but So I had been then only friend I have ever had. He had been like a brother and I bet he sees me like one.
"The intel's in, Zee," I grunted, picking up a dossier from my desk. "Vera sent another of her lackeys to snoop around."
We walked with purpose, my men keeping a safe distance but close enough to know my business.
The door to the holding room was thick, and it clanged as we walked in.
As we entered the holding room, the sounds of flesh hitting flesh echoed off the walls.
In the center of the room, the spy was slumped on the floor, his body battered from the beating.
Blood trickled down his face, his mouth was swollen, and his clothes were stained with red.
His wr
