“I said bring two of them alive, didn’t I?” I snapped at Q, my voice cutting sharply through the thick, smoke-filled air. The aftermath of the operation still lingered around us—burnt metal, shattered glass across the floors, and the faint scent of blood mixing into something almost suffocating.“Well, that was the plan,” Q replied with a careless shrug, completely unfazed. “But I couldn’t help it when he barfed all over my gear. It’s quite expensive.”I groaned loudly, pressing my fingers against my temple as a dull headache began to form. Sometimes, Q was nearly impossible to deal with. Killing a man because he ruined a set of equipment was excessive—even by our standards.My ruthlessness belonged in the business world, where decisions were calculated and consequences controlled. But Q… Q was chaos in human form. Unpredictable. Detached. Dangerous in ways that couldn’t always be justified.Letting out a slow breath, I forced myself to move on. “What about the others?”“Their bodies
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