Chapter 92

Megan stood in front of the factory, the place swallowed in darkness. She narrowed her eyes, just as two tall figures stepped into the moonlight. With nasty grins and crass laughter, the two men swaggered toward her. "Hot damn, look at this chick." "Bet she feels amazing to touch." Just as their hands reached out toward her, Megan struck—her high heel slammed right into one guy's crotch. The other one went for his gun. Megan grabbed his wrist, twisted it downward—"crack!"—his arm dislocated. The gun dropped to the ground. A flick of her toe sent the weapon flipping into her hand. She jammed the barrel straight into the guy's mouth and turned to the other, now on his knees. Her voice was like ice. "How many people inside?" "Bitch!" the man spat. Without a flinch, Megan yanked the barrel out and shoved it into the second man's mouth. Slight angle, pull the trigger. Blood sprayed into the wet dirt, already dull and lifeless underfoot. The silencer muffled the shot, but the man's screams s