Chapter 10
“You’re really Fliesbynight?” Slim craned his neck to speak to Bastion over one shoulder as we sliced through his zip tie.
My cousin shrugged, handing back the older man’s g*n. “I prefer Bastion in the real world.”
For once, his internet celebrity was working in our favor. Without it, I wouldn’t have dreamed of releasing someone who’d just accused me of murder.
But the two had interacted extensively on the forum. Bastion vouched for Slim’s sanity. And, for his part, Slim seemed willing to at least listen to my proposed deal.
Not just because of Bastion either. Slim was one of those bounty hunters working solo. His partner had retired. He hadn’t trained anyone worth working with. Most gigs were two-person jobs, so the contracts he landed were measly and few.
Bastion and I w
