Page 116 of Coup De Grâce
I’ve included the last information you need to take out the Shadow Government. Be smart, just like I taught you. There’s only one way to end this, and that’s by taking out the linchpins. Iron, Brick, Watch, and Lock are the four key players. Take them out and the rest of the Shadow Government crumbles.
I don’t know when it’s going to happen, and if this reaches you after the event, I’ll already be too late to stop it. Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.
The plan was put in motion over twenty years ago. At the time, it was a scenario we used to catapult our cause into the right position. It was never intended to go through unless certain things didn’t align. But men are greedy, and that has taken over the Shadow Government.
It has twisted their minds into doing things that would cause worldwide destruction. End this. Even if it costs you your life, this has to be stopped. There’s no other way.
I’m sure you probably hate me by now, and I won’t try to make excuses for what I’ve done.
Use this information and end their reign.
Michael
That was it?After all the shit he’d put us through, there was no personal message? Nothing to explain his actions? I didn’t know if he was a good guy or a bad guy. I had my suspicions, but nothing was confirmed.
That’s seriously what Knight and I were left with?
I handed the letter over to Knight, still confused as hell, but he just snorted and tossed it aside.
“What do we have?” I asked, trying to focus on the task at hand.
“Fucking World War III,” Thumper muttered. “Literally.” He handed me a document that laid out plans for an assassination of the President of the United States. “It would be made to look like the assassination is in retaliation for you taking out President Codi.”
“Except, I didn’t take out President Codi,” I muttered.
“No, but the entire world thinks that you did,” IRIS pointed out.
“A retaliation by their government would light the fuse,” Kavanaugh said. “There would be no stopping the events that followed.”
“Like I said, World War III,” Thumper muttered. “If they succeed in killing the president, there will be no stopping any of this.”
“Then we have to stop it. Clearing my name just took a back seat to the fact that someone is going to kill the president. We need to be on a flight to the United States now.”
“Boss, there’s just one problem,” Thumper pointed out. “There’s no way in hell anyone in their right mind would let you into the country.”
“No problemo,” FNG grinned. “I think we can work out a simple solution.”
“FNG, no offense, but I don’t think smuggling Cash into the US with a shipment of wine is going to do the trick.”
I would have laughed in amusement at IRIS’s comment, but Kavanaugh was right. There was no way for me to get back into the US, and if we didn’t stop this, I was as good as dead anyway.
“Like I would really try smuggling him in with wine,” he scoffed. “Seriously, did you guys all forget that I have contacts everywhere from my year abroad? I am literally the most well-connected out of all of us!”
“Well, whatever your plan is, put it together fast. We have to get back to the US and find the linchpins and take them out before they start a fucking world war.”
“I’m on it, boss, like white on rice.” He started to leave, but turned back to us. “Maybe more like knives in an umbrella. Do you think that phrase could catch fire?”
“Go!”
“This is a fucking stupid idea,”I muttered as I limped across the frozen tundra. “We’re gonna get killed.”
“Like you haven’t already risked that?” Thumper snorted. “You were going to go this way, anyway.”
“Yeah, but that was when I was on my own. Besides, now I have more people with me and I’ve lost the element of surprise.”
“Relax, it’ll be fine,” FNG grinned, rubbing his hands together as we headed toward the house in the middle of fucking Russia.
The door opened and a very large, very Russian male stepped out, his face splitting into a grin as we approached. “FNG!”
