Chapter 235: A Matter of Pride
"You donna need ta be worryin’ about our bed, mon bon frère," called out Désiré, his voice a soft purr that still managed to reach the ears of his old friend. "We’s be likin’ our bed just fine."
"Give us your supplies and no one needs to die," repeated Réne, his eyes trying to make out the details of the men he used to call his brothers. ’Mon bon frère’, my good brother. Fuck him. If they were such good brothers, then they wouldn’t have left him alone while they went sniffing after some chick that didn’t care about them at all.
"We heard you the first time," called out Dante, even as Pride scoffed inside of his head. "Maybe you should try coming up with something new."
"Who the fuck are you?" demanded a second man as he came to stand beside Réne. The man was obviously built differently from Réne, and even with Réne’s size and muscles, he was still a lot smaller. "Why do you sound familiar?"
"Adam?" called out a young girl’s voice. All the men and women on the other side of the hill stiffened when they heard her. "Is that you? Long time no see! I have a friend who would love to be reintroduced to you if you have the time!"
Eve reached forward, grabbing Adam’s arm in a tight grip. "Why is she here?" she asked, her soft voice having an edge of steel to it that it normally lacked.
"That is Hattie," answered Sophia when none of the men bothered to speak. "She is the girl we were telling you about, the one with the spirit powers."
"What are you waiting for?" asked Hattie’s voice through the radio. "You have a standing invitation to come play. My boys will be so disappointed if you back down now. What do you say, little soldiers? Wanna come and play?"
"Fuck this shit," growled Adam. The air around him turned tense as he took a moment to study everything in front of him. There might be more men than originally calculated, but that didn’t mean that the extra five could beat an entire army of men.