Chapter Two Hundred And Forty-Nine: War

"What the hell is taking so long?" Chris hissed, irritated. It was high time they left already yet they kept being delayed for God knows why.

"It's Williams, he's taking a dump," Shane said, checking his wristwatch. 

Aside from the higher-ranked Hunters - Shane and Chris- there were about three others with them - one a beginner and the two middle-ranked. 

"We don't have to wait for that little bug, each time we waste here is precious," he complained.

"That little bug is my son and you seriously need to get laid," said Shane. 

"What?" Chris was mortified.

"You're always so tense and strict, you need a woman to pressure and loosen those knotted back muscles and straighten the furrows on your forehead," Shane teased him.

"Fuck you," Chris spat

"Sorry, but I'm straight," Shane released a burst of suggestive laughter. 

"I'm sorry I'm late," Williams came in, adjusting the zipper on his trousers.