“They go through the same routines, day in and day out. Training, training, and more training,” Cassandra said to Thomas and Bill.
The three of them were sitting at Luis’s kitchen table. They had to give him credit; he had put up a good fight, but with a little luck they had prevailed. After all, they were only as strong as the bodies of their hosts: two out-of-shape older men and a woman who didn’t look a day out of college.
They had buried Luis in an unmarked grave out back in the woods. Although they weren’t sure about what they were going to do next, they knew one thing for sure: they weren’t going back to Hell without as much fight as possible.
“Well, at least we know their routine,” Bill said. His nose had been smashed, and both of his eyes were completely black and blue. Although
