Chapter 2 - 11

Fierce dropped his sword and looked at Maggie, sitting on a nearby bench. “How long have you been there?”

“Why, did you do something embarrassing?”

Fierce looked flustered, but didn’t say anything.

“I take it that you’re here because you had some fun last night?” Maggie said, walking over to Fierce with a sexy lilt to her step. “Did Archer say anything interesting before he unceremoniously put a bullet in your skull?”

“I…I don’t remember,” Fierce said.

“Of course you don’t. You know, you might remember a lot more if weren’t so stubborn. Anyone else would have been able to walk away from Archer, feeling a little ashamed but still able to enjoy breakfast, but you just had to run your mouth off, didn’t you?”

Fierce kept backing up as Maggie berated him, and eventually he was leaning against the water fountain, his kilt getting wet against the standing water in the lip.

“You sure you didn’t give away our cover, sweetheart?” Maggie said with a bite.

“Um, I…like I said, I don’t remember much.”

She scoffed, and walked away. Fierce loosened and sighed in relief, until Maggie spun around again to look at him, a cruel smile on her face.

“You know what the next step is after this phenomenal failure, right?”

Fierce thought, and realized he had no idea. He just shook his head, his teeth clenched in worried anticipation.

“Come along, we have some work to do. No more fapping about.” She turned and left, not waiting for Fierce. He rushed to catch up.