
Agent Martin
I drag the Murphy girl outside and throw her in the back seat of the black Cadillac. I get in the front, dropping my smoking sword in the seat next to me. She screams.Mephisto Tyr runs around the side of the bar and jumps on the hood, slamming his fist through the windshield. He tears the glass out of the frame with one hand and grabs my throat with the other. “Been a long time, Johnny,” he hisses, pulling himself half-way through the window. “See you had to get Abraxas to help you... Or was it the other way around?” When I punch him in the face, and he smiles at me through bleeding lips. “Give us the kid, Martin, it’s all over.”
I punch him again, and he falls off the hood, rolling in the dirt of the parking lot as I put the car in reverse and slam my foot down on the gas.
“Hang on!” I yell to the Murphy girl. “This is going to be a rough ride.”
Eleazar jumps on the hood as I’m backing into the road, missing another car by inches. I punch him in the face, but he doesn’t even flinch. He pulls himself farther through the window, grabbing at my sword. I’m slamming my fist down on his other hand, jamming fragments of broken glass into his palm, but he won’t budge. It’s not easy, even for me, to drive with this kind of distraction. It’s not until I swerve unexpectedly that I manage to catch him off guard and dislodge him.
As he hits the dirt road and rolls off as I speed away.
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