Clean Up Crew

The runner doubled back, back to where Glory had subdued his partner, not that it helped.

But she stopped when she saw a figure huddled over said partner, hands near their throat.

“Excuse me?” Glory asked as she landed.

The figure spun round, and the unmistakable glint of a scalpel was dulled slightly by the blood.

“EXCUSE ME?” Glory asked, now extremely furious.

“Well, didn’t you find it odd, all the people you beat up and threw a beacon on, no court appearances? We’re the… Clean Up Crew.”

Glory noted the ‘we’ right as the knife plunged at her back.