Page 92 of Coup De Grâce
“Look, can we just get in there, find the evidence, and destroy it before it destroys my entire fucking life?” I snapped. “Is that really too much to ask?”
Dash’s shoulders fell considerably. “Fine, but I won’t say it will be fun.”
“I’m not asking for fun. I’m asking for efficient.”
“You know, boss,” FNG scowled. “I really don’t like this version of you. After we blow up the baddies and end their reign of terror, can you make sure Fun Cash returns?”
“I’ll do my best.”
“Well, that wasn’t the guarantee I was hoping for, but I guess it will do.”
“Alright, I bought you ten minutes,”Dash said over comms.
“Rae could have made it twenty,” Thumper teased.
“Did I ask for your opinions or commentary?”
“Let’s just get this done,” I cut them off.
We approached the building and Dash gave me the code to enter. With the first hurdle passed, we moved swiftly toward the elevators, getting on as soon as they arrived. I would have felt better on the stairs, but Dash informed me that this was faster to bypass than all the additional security doors that would inevitably land in our way.
As the doors opened, I stepped off, noting the cameras in the hallway. “Dash?”
“Already on it. You’re clear. Continue down the hall to the right until you come to the second door.”
I moved swiftly, my entire body poised to attack even though there were no signs of a threat as of yet.
“3-8-9-3-2-5,” Dash relayed in my ear as I approached the keypad.
I quickly punched in the code, then turned the handle as the green light signaled the door was unlocked. Carefully, I pushed the door open, relieved when no alarms sounded.
“Okay, you want to head straight to the back and hang a left.”
I followed his instruction, rushing down the hall. The sheer number of boxes and open cases was astronomical. I couldn’t believe they had all this shit sitting in here, waiting for someone to sort through it all. At this rate, I would never clear my name, if I left it up to the authorities.
“Alright, spread out and find the case number.”
“F-31837584,” Dash repeated for everyone.
“Dash, count us down.”
“You have thirteen minutes and seven seconds. Six. Five. Four. Three?—”
“Dash!” I snapped, getting him to shut the fuck up.
I scanned all the boxes, moving from one shelf to the next, but I wasn’t coming up with anything yet, and time was running out.
“Boss!” Thumper called out, pulling a box down from a shelf. When he opened it, there was nothing inside.
“Fuck!” I hissed.
“What?” Dash asked, unable to see what we were seeing. “Is it a snake? A lion?”
“They’ve moved the evidence.”
“More like destroyed it,” Thumper muttered. “Boss, they could keep the file open and never need the evidence. This isn’t our country.”
“Yeah, but they still need it to prosecute him,” Kavanaugh pointed out.
