Page 127 of Coup De Grâce
“Break up!” I shouted. “We don’t let those vehicles get outside the city!”
Cash, Fox, and I got in the first vehicle, Cash in the passenger seat while Fox sat in the back, bouncing around as he pulled out a bag of Funyuns.
“Man, it’s a beautiful day for a car chase!”
“Just remember the objective. We can’t let Watch get his hands on the president.”
“No, siree, Bob,” he grinned. “Ha! This is awesome. The gang is back together again. We’re hot on their tail and ready to?—”
“Fox!” Cash snapped, wincing as he tightened the wrap on his leg.
“Right, boss. We should be singing show tunes instead.”
I took a hard right, spotting the motorcade up ahead, but the road was blocked. Pushing down on the gas, I did my best to getahead of them. Luckily, we had four more vehicles spread out, all of them moving toward the same goal. If we didn’t stop this, Kate would have to worry about a hell of a lot more than just living without me.
“There!” Cash shouted.
I slammed on the brakes, spotting the opportunity to break through the crowd. It was a narrow alleyway, but we would fit. Backing up, I turned down the alley and hit the gas just as the first car from the motorcade passed.
“Hold on!” I shouted as the Secret Service turned to us, firing their weapons. Bullets hit the window, piercing the glass, but I didn’t slow, not even when one of the bullets pierced my shoulder.
They dove out of the way at the last second and I slammed hard into the second vehicle, smashing it into a meter. We jerked to a stop and I got out, dodging bullets as I ran for the president’s vehicle.
Return fire sounded around us. The rest of OPS was there, not hitting the Secret Service agents, but holding them back so we could get to our target. I knew there was no getting inside that vehicle, not when they would keep him locked down inside.
I slid across the back of the car, slamming the butt of my gun into the agent’s head. Gripping him around the neck, I kept my voice low. “The president is in danger. One of your agents has been turned, and if you don’t get him out of there now, his brains are going to be scattered across the back seat.”
“Fuck you!” he shouted, trying to wriggle out of my grasp.
I let him go, lowering my weapon ever so slowly. “I’m with a protection agency. My credentials are in my pocket. I’m telling you right now, there’s a man whose goal is to shoot the president. You need to contact whoever’s driving and get him the fuck out of there.”
I had never in my life done anything like this. I did things by force, and backing down was not in my repertoire, but this was a special case. I knew these men wouldn’t believe me if I tried to smash my way into the car. My only hope was that I could convince this man to believe me.
Carefully, I moved my hand toward my jacket, using only two fingers to pull out the picture of Watch. “This man,” I said, carefully handing it over, “used to be a Secret Service agent. Since then, he has turned, and his only goal today is to kill the president. He worked his way back onto the detail because he knew he could get close to him. Check him right now.”
To his credit, the agent didn’t immediately believe me, but he did take the picture and call it in to the driver. Backing up, he made sure he was clear before holding the picture against the window for the driver to see.
Cash and Fox crept closer, keeping a good distance between themselves and the vehicle, but were watching for any threats.
“Secure the president,” the agent said into his comms. “Open the door!” he shouted at the driver.
Keeping my gun pointed at the ground, I nodded to the agent as he approached, while a dozen other agents surrounded us. Cash and Fox took up the other side of the vehicle, Fox’s eyes glittering with the desire to get his hands on Watch and boil him in acid. I shook my head slowly at him, catching the disappointment on his face as he realized what I was saying.
The agent nodded to me, and then flung the door open, dragging the president out while covering him with his body. My gun was raised and firing before Watch could take the shot. Falling back into the seat, he didn’t move.
“Get him out of here!” the agent shouted, turning his back on me.
They moved as one, surrounding the president as they hurried him to another vehicle. The door was shut and they were flying out of there with a second car tailing them the whole way.
Sighing, I leaned into the car, thanking my lucky stars that it was over. Fox dipped his head inside the vehicle, then huffed in annoyance.
“You know, I could have had some fun with that one.”
“It’s over, Fox.”
“Yeah, but?—”
“Don’t you have some Funyuns to eat?” I snapped, feeling the tension in my body strung way too damn tight.
