Alec's Night Goes From Bad to Great to Not So Good
“You!” Simon said, staring up at Winters, recognizing her from his vision.
“I’ll deal with you two later,” Winters said, regarding Blake and Simon impassively from behind dark glasses. She fired the shotgun into the air and shouted, “Constantinescu! Over here!”
Alec looked up, smiled, and let The Baron’s half-dead body slump to the floor. “Ahhh, my little sugatoare curva! I was just thinking about you.”
“Here I am, leech. Come and get me.”
Alec rushed forward in a blur, his claws swiping downward in an arc that would split Winters in two.
Winters vanished, and Alec’s claws sliced air. Confused, Alec spun around, only to find Winters standing behind him, her shotgun in his face. She fired, blasting half of Alec’s head into red mist.
“Who’s the sugatoare, now, bitch?” Winters spat at Alec’s body, twitching on the floor. “I need backup at Chokepoint 17,” Winters said into her radio, “Bring flamethrowers.” There was no answer.
Winters turned to Simon and Blake. “I think it’s time we had a little chat.”