“You’d better be because the last thing you’re going to see is the ceiling when I lay you out flat!”
“You couldn’t hit me if I stood right in front of you!”
His fist flew out, slamming right into my lip. “What the fuck?”
He cocked a grin at me. “Would you look at that? It seems I can hit you, and you weren’t even standing still.”
“You’re not supposed to fucking hit me! We’re playing a game.”
“A game you’re gonna lose at.”
“That remains to be seen.”
“Oh, you’ll see it alright. You’ll see it when my rock crushes your scissors!”
“If I throw out scissors. Maybe I’ll throw out Spock!”
“Spock isn’t part of the game!” he retorted.
“It is when you play Rock, Paper, Scissors, Spock!”
“But we’re not playing that. You can’t just change the rules in the middle of it!”
“Why not? You did!” I shouted, hunching low, ready for the battle to begin.
“Fine, you wanna go? I’ll play ya for it!”
“Oh my God!” Derek shouted, stepping between us. “You two are terrible at this! All you had to do was throw out your hand five minutes ago! How are you two still arguing about this?”
I frowned at him. “We aren’t arguing. We’re bantering.”
“Yeah, it’s part of the game. You gotta wear your opponent down,” Sinner explained.
“You’re wearingmedown. All I wanted to do was go kill someone, and you make even that complicated!”
Motion on the screen caught my eye, and I rushed over, staring as Knight walked to the edge of the house, pointed a rocket launcher toward the men entering the property, and fired.
“Wait—”
An explosion sounded in the distance, not enough to shake the house, but enough to let us know that something had happened.
I rushed over to the computers and flicked through the feeds, frowning when I saw a hole in the ground, smoking.
“That was my kill!” I shouted.
“Technically, it was your interrogation,” Sinner retorted. “Guess we don’t get to have any fun after all.”
The audio crackled, and Knight came over the speaker. “While you ladies were bickering, I took care of the problem. And by the way, only idiots solve their problems with Rock, Paper, Scissors.”
24
KRISTA
A knockat the door pulled me out of my boredom.
There wasn’t a single TV in this house, and the books were all medical or something about warfare. Claire didn’t seem to have a problem with the silence, but she had an e-reader and seemed perfectly content to lounge in a chair all day, lost in her fantasy world.
The door opened and Rob entered, grinning mischievously at me.