Page 93 of Coup De Grâce
“I don’t think they have any intention of bringing charges against me,” I sighed. “Who needs charges when I’m a wanted man for killing a beloved president? I’ll be hunted down and the evidence won’t fucking matter.”
“Uh…boss? Not that this is the best time to point this out, but there is one way to draw attention to the matter at hand,” Dash said.
“Yeah? And what’s that?”
“Well, say a piece of evidence were to go missing?—”
“It already is missing,” I snapped.
“Right, but say that it was to publicly go missing—the whole fucking world would know that the government doesn’t have the evidence required to prosecute.”
“That may be, but if I’m hunted down before they release that information, it won’t fucking matter.”
“That’s why you have me.”
“What?” I spun around, looking for IRIS, only to realize that voice had come through comms and not right the fuck beside me. “IRIS?—”
“Boss, remember that part where you told me we weren’t using explosives?”
“IRIS—”
“And I hemmed and hawed because frankly, it’s a fucking terrible plan.”
I pressed my finger to my ear and strode through the storage room, certain I would find him somewhere. But there was no one here but FNG, Thumper, Kavanaugh, and me.
“IRIS, what the fuck are you doing?”
“Boss, if I told you to haul ass out of the building, would you do it?”
Cursing under my breath, I sprinted for the door with everyone else hot on my heels. “IRIS, what the fuck did you do?”
“Well, I sort of had a secondary plan in place. Don’t yell at me, boss. It’s not my fault your plan sucked.”
“IRIS, I fucking told you?—”
“I would save your breath for running. You don’t have too much longer.”
“I’m going to kill you,” I muttered.
“Aw, boss. I know you love me. You can’t hide it.”
“This way!” Thumper shouted, guiding us up the steps when the elevator doors wouldn’t open.
“Dash, get these fucking doors open!”
“Clean the dishes, Cinderellie, wash the floors, Cinderellie?—”
The door buzzed, allowing us to run through, followed by the next one floor up. We burst through into the lobby and made a run for the main doors, only for them to remain locked.
I shoved against them, desperately trying to get out, but they refused to budge. “Dash, get the fucking doors open!”
“They’re not unlocking, boss. I don’t know what’s going on!” Dash said, his voice laced with panic.
“You know, this never would have happened if Rae was here,” Thumper said, pushing at another door.
“Yeah, way to give me a confidence booster!” Dash shouted.
I pulled my gun and fired at the glass repeatedly until it shattered. Rushing through, my legs pumped hard as I sprinted from the building, desperate to get away before the whole building went up.
