Shit, I guess prayers are answered.” Eric stood up. Hanks shoved him back to the ground. Eric stayed there, looking up into the barrel of Hanks’s Winchester. “Fucker killed Grub,” Hanks said to the three Asgard guards who’d captured Eric. “Snapped the poor bastard’s neck like he was some kinda dumb chicken or something.” One of the guards laughed. “Grub was as dumb as a chicken.” Hanks gave the guard a furious look, then slowly grinned. “Come to think of it, he was. Me and Grub done five years together at Q and I’ve seen hard-boiled eggs with more brains.” The four of them laughed, but Hanks’s eyes were still boring into Eric’s. “Get him up,” Hanks said and two of the guards yanked Eric roughly to his feet. Hanks jabbed the Winchester against Eric’s sternum. “Bad mistake coming back here, putz. We been waiting for you, hoping you’d return. Left a little description of you at all the posts.” He poked the gun against Eric’s cheek and traced the white scar with the metal barrel.
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