"So, both husband and wife are dead now—wiped clean off the map?" Reyes asked low and direct, eyes flicking quick to the sealed drum still bubbling faint corrosive in the corner. "You should get rid of that."
"Yes—we took them both out precise. Guess that's the best damn teamwork we've pulled off yet," Hellen said casual satisfied, rolling her shoulders loose to shake off the night's tension. "Let's wait for another hour before I dispose it."
"At least I didn't go full torture mode on my victim like some psycho," Ivory chimed in dry from the doorway, sipping her fresh coffee with a smirk, chili scent curling amused.
"You tortured her mentally slow—broke her mind before the bullet. I went physical raw on Viktor, body first," Hellen countered even, wiping her hands clean on a rag one last time.
