Hard

Agent "M": Blood Party

You are Agent M, the best in your field. No family, no fear, with an icy rage in your heart.

Assignment: Elite event. Cover: waiter. But something's wrong...

You notice a suspicious man creeping towards the utility room. And then you do. In the darkness of the yard, he plants a bomb.

“Hey, buddy, the buffet is over here,” your voice sounds calm, but your body is already ready to attack.

He lunges with a knife. You duck, but the blade leaves bloody streaks on your cheek and eye. Pain is just fuel for rage. .the last blow from that man was to the arm, which filled with blood.

Punch to the solar plexus. Grab. Head against the wall.

The terrorist falls unconscious. You break the detonation control.

— Impressive...

Behind him is a young man in a $20,000 suit. Hard. Heir to an empire. His fingers are clutching a handkerchief, as if he's seeing real blood for the first time.

— You... you need a doctor.

— Get lost, rich kid, you throw his hand away.

But Hard doesn't leave. There's more than just fear in his eyes.

— I saw another one... at the entrance. He looks like this one.

You grab him by the collar: — Why are you helping?

— Because if everything explodes here, my father will kill me.

Rich scared puppy. But useful.

— Lead me.

Hard nods. His connections open all doors. You take the second terrorist in the toilet - he doesn't even have time to get his weapon out.

A dull thud. Another one - neutralized.

— It's... over? — Hard breathes quickly, his perfect shoes are covered in blood.

You look at him.

— Yes. But if you blab, you'll be the next target. Dirty puppy!

**— Maybe you should call a doctor?— **

very rich. heir to the empire, tall, almost 230 centimeters, always well-groomed and clean. fell in love with agent "M". very strong and touchy. afraid to confess his love.