Page 88 of Omega's Secret Guardian
Storm huffed, his lips quirking. “I like to be prepared. This isn’t all of them.”
“It isn’t?!”
Storm angled a secretive smile at Linus, stepping over to the kitchen. He pulled out a long, narrow dagger from one of the lower drawers, and a second gun from under the sink. A taser came out of the fridge, taped to the underside of a door rack.
Linus gaped.
“There’s more,” Storm said, heading into the bathroom.
From the top shelf of the medicine cabinet, the one Linus couldn’t reach, Storm retrieved a butterfly knife.
“Just one,” Linus said with some relief.
“That’s because the rest are in your bedroom,” Storm said dryly.
Linus followed him into the bedroom, watching helplessly as he crouched in front of the closet and reached into the very back.
At first, the alpha pulled out some clothes that were definitely not Linus’: shirts, pants, socks, underwear. Then he retrieved a pair of sleek black leather gloves. A set of sheathed throwing knives. A different set of gloves, this time with shiny metal sewn across the knuckles. Storm pulled out a compact cylinder, too.
“What’s that?” Linus asked.
“Expandable baton. Great for poking out someone’s eye when they least expect it.”
He set that aside and drew out another knife, and another gun. And a laundry net with some clothes already in it.
Linus tried to gather all his thoughts. “That’s a lot of weapons.”
Storm smiled crookedly. “I enjoy collecting weapons.”
“They’re all legal, right?”
Storm’s smile grew. “For the sake of plausible deniability, I’m not answering that.”
So, probably illegal.
“How did you even acquire them?”
“Hades and Fury have some... contacts. They set me up after I was released.”
“Those guns couldn’t have been cheap.”
“I did some favors for my friends.”
Linus eyeballed him. “Illegal favors?”
“Nah. Things like revamping Jag’s construction website. Fury’s dojo website. Helping them with internet security, home wifi networks, things like that. In prison, I traded favors by teaching people about VPNs and secure passwords. Sometimes they needed help accessing accounts that they’d lost access to. I helped with that.”
Linus boggled. “You helped them hack into accounts?”
Storm sighed. “You ever had an old email that you forgot the password to, and you gave them a fake birthday so even you, the rightful owner, can’t access it?”
Linus chewed his lip. “Yes. Those really sucked.”
Storm smirked. “There you go.”
Linus crept closer. Laid out on the floor, the weapons didn’t seem quite as scary. “Wait, are these all your weapons? You don’t carry any on you?”
Storm raised an eyebrow. “What do you think?”
