Chapter 75: Break The Streak
"Slowly look around the room, focus on the newcomers," growled the voice in Tank’s head as his little Lamb gently pushed the spoon away from her mouth.
’They aren’t important,’ shrugged Tank, not caring about why Dante had sent the Interrogator and the rest of the Guardians to his apartment. He knew the reason why. There was no way he could point a gun at Dante’s head and live, so they were here to kill him.
Ask him if he cared.
"She is looking through your eyes right now," informed the demon inside of him. "I can feel her inside here with us. She needs to know what is going on."
It took more power than Tank thought he had to drag his gaze away from his Lamb’s face. But if she needed him to be her eyes, then that was what he would be.
Ever so slowly, he looked at Bishop, taking in the tension in his friend’s shoulders and how his hands were closed into a tight fist like he was holding himself back. Bishop met his gaze for a moment; his concern was easily seen in his eyes.
Then he shifted his gaze to the door and the four men standing there. Lucien "The Hound" Boudreaux stood a bit in front of the others, his legs shoulder width apart as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.
The man had nothing on Tank when it came to muscles or build, but for his skillset, he didn’t really need bulk. The Hound was Dante’s interrogator, the one sent to get the information needed by any means necessary.
And by that, Tank meant that he always ended up killing anyone who entered the basement.