Chapter 96: Comfort
"Dante!" screamed Mathis as he bolted up the steps, taking them two at a time. He had no idea where his boss could be, but he needed to find him fast. "Dante!!" he bellowed, his voice echoing around the stairwell.
"Common room on the fourth floor," announced one of the men as he stuck his head out the door. "He’s dealing with a conflict between us and the newbies."
"I don’t fucking care what he is dealing with!" growled Mathis, his eyes flashing dangerously. "I need him now!"
Continuing to race up the stairs, he burst through the door leading to the fourth floor.
"Dante!" Mathis called out. Only this time, there was a response. Both Dante and Tank raced out of the common room, their faces pale as they heard him scream. "Something is happening to Ghost! You need to come now!"
"Ghost?!?" demanded both Dante and Tank at the same time. Pushing past Mathis, they entered the stairwell, determined to race upstairs to where Ghost was.
"Why are you going up? He’s on the first floor," grumbled Mathis, quickly catching up with the two men.
However, he was not expecting Dante or Tank to stop nearly as fast as they did. "What do you mean, he’s on the first floor?" demanded Dante, his voice low and soft as he stared at Mathis. "He shouldn’t be anywhere near the first floor."
"Well, I don’t know what you are thinking," replied Mathis, rolling his eyes. "But I was talking to him on the first floor before his tongue was ripped out of his mouth."