Chapter 245: Target

"...No visible marks, not even a serial number — not even any seams. This wasn't manufactured in a factory…

…this is a direct attack from someone who has the blood of Hephaestus, Rhys Wilder.

"How much does that narrow down our list?"

Rhys held his headset, pinning it even closer to his ear so as to not miss Maria's words from the drowning noise of the helicopter… as well as the screams and hisses of the cenleons who were panicking from the height, and yet they were still peeking out from the windows and creating more noise.

"Fuck me, I hate cats," Hannah let out a small groan as she seriously felt that a fur got in her mouth.

"Does that mean you hate pussy too? Or are you willing to try?"

"Nikki!" And as Dominique brazenly flirted with Hannah again, her girlfriend pinched her thigh and glared at her.