Page 122 of Coup De Grâce
I snagged him by the jacket, dragging him back. “That won’t work. These men are all highly respected.”
“Yeah, but Secret Service won’t ignore a threat,” Thumper argued.
“Maybe not, but they sure as hell would let them go when this is over. We need to take them out now. Remember, these guys are smooth. They know how to work within the constraints of the government, but also get the job done. Taking them out now is the only option.”
“Brick was on the plane,” IRIS stated. “That’s one of them down.”
“We just need to take care of Iron, Watch, and Lock,” I reiterated.
“Not me, Lock, but another Lock,” Lock explained.
I stopped and eyed him carefully. His eyes were wide as he looked at everyone, being damn sure they all understood the distinction.
“Thanks for the clarification. I would hate for someone to put a knife in your back.”
He blew out a breath, nodding like it was a real possibility.
“I’ll take the sniper’s perch. Rae, you’re on my six. Thumper and IRIS, you’ve got Watch. Find him and take him out. Lock, take FNG?—”
“Boss,” he groaned.
“And find Lock. Not you, Lock, but the other Lock,” I said mockingly.
He turned to FNG and scowled. “You got that?”
FNG nodded. “Take out the bad Lock. Now I get to use my trusty umbrella. I told you guys this would come in handy,” he grinned.
“Where the fuck are Fox and Knight?” I snapped, searching the streets for them.
“Well, the last I saw Knight, he was bored to tears, so I would guess Fox is singing a show tune for him. Most likely something fromWest Side Storyso he can get in his murdery mood. Knight is probably clenching his jaw as he always does, holding back the rage of being subjected to another show tune, all the while Fox is wearing his jacket because it makes him look like a Jet. And Eva was with them, so she’s probably trying to keep Knight from murdering Fox,” Kavanaugh stated. “If I had to guess.”
I couldn’t wait for Knight or Fox. The only option was moving forward. We had to stop this now. “Look, we have to move out without them. We have half an hour until the rally, and then all bets are off. If we don’t stop this, you know what that means.”
“Murder, death, chaos, toilet paper shortages…” FNG stated. “Basically, the worst humanity has to offer.”
“Exactly. Let’s move.”
I took off with Rae, letting her lead me to the building across the street from the sniper’s nest. It was one hell of a distance, and there was no fucking way we could jump it. But we also couldn’t get into the building Iron had chosen to take the shot from. Security was too high. We’d spend the entire time arguing with the Secret Service, and in the meantime, the President would be killed.
Taking the stairs two at a time, my thighs burned the farther we got, but I kept pushing past the pain from my leg wound. Nothing else mattered other than this. It was not only my ticket home, but something we couldn’t afford to allow to happen.
I was sweating hard, my leg throbbing in pain by the time I reached the top. Thankfully, Slider and IKE were already there, but they were attaching a harness to a cord.
“What the fuck is that?” I asked, feeling strangely uncomfortable with this whole thing.
“Ever seen Mission Impossible, boss?”
My heart skipped a beat in my chest. “Why?”
“They have some really cool stunts in there,” he grinned. “Step.”
I did as he asked, mechanically moving one foot and then the other into the harness.
“IKE, what the fuck is he talking about?” I demanded as he finished securing the line.
“Remember the impossible break-in?”
“Which movie?”
