Page 69 of Absolution

“As generous as your offer is, there’s just one problem,” Slider declares, pulling the gun from my head and pointing it directly at Boatman. He hisses realizing that his own pride has just revealed his true plans to us both, and now he sees the mic currently strapped to Slider’s chest, recording his confession. “Unlike you, I don’t betray my family.”

Game. Set. Match.

In a sweeping motion, I rise from the floor, and retrieve my knife from his thigh.

“My wife sends her regards, motherfucker,” I announce to him, before plunging my blade into his throat, slicing it open.

The blood pours from the open wound, and I stay still, watching as the last ounce of life leaves him drop by drop. Satisfaction rolls over me like a rogue wave hitting the beach. My girl is safe, and soon will be free.

Slider re-tracts his gun, and holsters it, putting his hand on my shoulder.

“Time to light the place up, Ratchet. Let’s finish this.”

A demented smile forms on my face.

“Let’s burn this bitch, and go get my girl.”

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