Ethan walked back across the blood-slicked concrete floor to the spot where Agent Alpha lay, twitching from the residual electricity. Ethan kicked him lightly, just enough to bring him violently back to consciousness.
Agent Alpha gasped, his eyes flying open in terror as he looked up at Ethan, who was standing over him, the 9mm pistol still smoking slightly in his hand.
"Up," Ethan commanded. "Before I dump your twitching corpse with your friends."
Agent Alpha scrambled to sit up, holding his ribs.
"Why are you doing this?" Agent Alpha whispered, his voice shaking. "You're just going to abandon the money? Who the hell are you working for?"
Ethan chuckled, a cold, dry sound. "It's quite a fall, Agent Alpha. First, you get degraded by your manager, Axhel Rhodes, and now you're babysitting a couple of screaming women for pocket change. I heard one of mine subordinates mention you survived a close-range burst of gunfire. I'm curious why."
