“Post op review on this one’s going to be… interesting.” He pulled his jacket back on and followed her out.

* * *

O’Neal noticed the team member standing, almost frozen, looking at the splattered brain matter and fluids where Worth’s body had been.

“You got a problem, Jay?” He considerately spat onto the second body instead of the floor so as not to make more work for the cleaners.

“She literally blew his brains out.” He shook his head. “I don’t know how she did the other guy, after letting them do God knows what to her, and she shows less reaction than most people would over a hangnail.”

The older man held up his hand to stop the cleaners from picking up the other body. He examined it briefly, noting the discoloration at the jaw line, and popped a brain sample in a storage cube.

“Looks like a fairly clean impact to one of the sweet spots. Can’t tell if it was a kick or a strike.” Mike O’Neal, Sr. waved the cleaners back over and walked across the room to pick up the discarded high-heeled shoes and purse. “Cally is creative,” he said. “Creatively violent.”

“Too bad we couldn’t have been in place beforehand.” The younger agent shook his head, still looking at the mess, “but when you’ve got a guy who’s weaseled out of three hits already just by burning the surveillance… It… couldn’t be helped.”

“Okay, let’s see what we’ve got,” O’Neal frowned, searching the room briefly for electronics, and handed a reader and a few cubes to the Cyberpunk. “Your domain, Jay. Probably nothing useful, but you never know.” He walked back out to the hallway and headed for the stairs, leaving the other man to follow. Doesn’t matter how long it’s been, climbing stairs without creaking never seems to lose its thrill.

“She’s gonna be pissed,” Tommy said, following him down the stairs.

“It’s okay,” Papa O’Neal replied. “I know her weaknesses.”