Mark bent over the sink and watched the blood drip from his nose into the pure white basin. A crimson circle slapped the porcelain. Another followed.

"God damn it," he growled, but God hadn't listened to Mark in a very long time. Not since he was Recruited.

He turned on the cold water and frowned at the blood as it swirled into the drain. He stuffed a wad of toilet paper up his nostril and returned to the bedroom, where Kelli was waiting.