We Are Bulletproof

"Shut the fecker up," Kyle snarled as he tore the place apart, looking for whatever Ken thought would help him stave off the change. He didn't turn as Sinead grabbed Niall, and instead helped Corey tear apart the closet. Inside, at the very back, was a brown bag whose contents he turned out onto the couch bed.

"This is his bag." There were some charms inside, along with a few weapons and some sealed canisters. Not knowing what was inside, Kyle wasn't about to open them, so he bundled everything back into the bag and tossed it to Corey, who slung it over one shoulder. Just to be thorough, Kyle checked the bathroom too and satisfied himself that nothing there was of value. Lucky for them, Niall's shithole apartment was small—only two rooms.

"All right, let's get going." He didn't answer Niall's questions.

Corey, however, paused at the door. "It's better if you don't ask too many questions, laddie. We'll take care of Ken."

"Come on. Jem's waiting." Kyle pushed Corey out and nodded to Sinead, who let go of Niall and wiped her blade against the side of her leg. He shoved aside the splintered door on the way out, and swept down the hall. A door opened somewhere down the hall but he ignored it, intent on getting back to the medical facility with Ken's things.

"Ah, well now, that's a shame," Corey said in the same smooth tone, clicking his tongue a few times. "I s'pose we'll have to do this the old-fashioned way."

Kyle exchanged a meaningful look with Corey and then Sinead. They all nodded. As Corey and Sinead stepped back a pace, Kyle lifted a foot and planted his boot square against the door with a shuddering thud. If Niall wasn't opening the goddamn door then he was going to kick it down.

They didn't have time to bandy words about. Ken was probably dying—or worse, turning. If whatever shit he had could save him was inside, Kyle had to get it. He had to try his best to save a brother—a fellow hunter. Nobody was getting in the way of that. Especially not a piece of shit like Niall Gallagher.

"Open the fucking door or I'm kicking it down!" He said harshly, as he gave the door another kick.

"None of your fucking business. Open the door, I need Ken's shit."

Kyle glared through the narrow gap in the door at Niall, none too pleased to be here. Behind him, he heard footsteps and two of the others joined him. Nobody here was exactly fond of Niall, and their expressions were one and the same--annoyed, angry, disgusted.

"Don't make trouble, laddie," Corey said in that lazy way of his, flicking Niall a crooked, cold smile. "Just open the door like a good boy and we'll be gone before you know it."

God fucking damnit.

Kyle trudged up the stairs of the shithole that called itself an apartment, muttering under his breath. How could one man fuck everything up so badly? The raid was supposed to be a cinch. An easy job--in and out.

But then Niall came around and while Ken was outside babysitting his junkie ass, all hell broke loose. Kyle slammed a fist into the wall in passing as he reached the landing of the third storey and shoved open the door with his foot.

The apartment manager said 3B. He spotted it immediately in peeling blue letters on a flimsy-looking door, and he marched up to it. "Open the fucking door Niall," Kyle barked authoritatively, and followed that up with a kick.

Then shut the fuck up about you could've warned us. If you're not one of us then you're nothing but a liability.

It was a mistake to let Ken stay with you. Fuck

THEN WHY DIDN'T YOU?

What the fuck were you even doing there? Getting some from those fucking monsters?

You're a disgrace Niall. A fucking disgrace.

He says stay home

If you hadn't fucking showin up we would've gotten through the raid just fine

Fucking stay the fuck out of our way next time asshole

It's Kyle

Ken's hurt, we're taking him to a hospital