The Night Boss
In the same breath, he flicked a lighter and dropped it.
Flames erupted, a wall of fire separating him from his pursuers. Their curses rang out, their faces lit by the orange blaze as Kroos scrambled up the ladder, his lungs burning from smoke.
By the time he reached the rooftops, his hands bleeding from rusted metal, he knew one thing for certain: The Boss wouldn’t stop. And neither could he.
Back at the safehouse, The Boss was furious when he heard of the failed capture. He slammed his fist against the table, shattering the whiskey glass into shards.
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