Page 126 of Coup De Grâce
“You look like shit,” Knight grunted.
“Where the fuck were you? I had to jump off a fucking building and swing through the air to get here, andnowyou get a fucking helicopter?”
“I was taking care of a few things.”
“Yeah? Like what?”
“You know, protecting the president, making sure your wife didn’t get mixed up in things, keeping this asshole from breaking out in show tunes during the rally.”
“All admirable tasks,” I jeered.
All humor washed from his face as he stepped closer. “We have an issue.”
“If you mean that Watch is still missing, I already know.”
He shook his head minutely, sending chills down my spine. “What is it?”
“Watch is former Secret Service.”
“Fuck,” I groaned, staring up at the sky in frustration. “He wouldn’t be here.”
“No. He’ll be on one of the routes. We need to find out which one and take him out.”
“He could be embedded in them right now,” I pointed out.
“I already have Dash working on clearing every single person on the president’s detail, but it’s going to take some time.”
“Without knowing their protocols, there’s no way for us to determine how they would handle a threat, where they would go…basically any information that would help us.”
“So, having IRIS set off an explosion wouldn’t do a damn bit of good.”
“Not really,” he answered. “Our only option is to find Watch and take him out.”
“Piece of cake,” I muttered.
“Did someone mention cake?” Fox shouted, running up to us. “Man, that ride was amazing. You should have done that instead of swinging from a rope.”
“I’ll consider that next time,” I mumbled, feeling a little lightheaded.
Fox pointed at my leg. “Hey, you should probably get that looked at.”
“I’ll take that under advisement.”
“I’ll wrap it on the way. We don’t have time to stop.”
I nodded and allowed him to shove his shoulder under my arm, helping me toward the helicopter. Scottie was drinking, right along with Max. If this was a new thing, we were definitely going to have issues.
Fox hauled me up into the chopper and Knight got to work cleaning me up and wrapping the wound. It was the best we could do at the moment.
“So, what’s the plan?”
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The chopper landedand we raced toward the waiting vehicles I had procured for us. Dash raced over to me, ducking low as the chopper’s blades slowed.
“We’ve got him!” he shouted over the whooshing air. “He’s on the main detail. He’ll be in one of the surrounding vehicles, if not the very one with the president!”
