Page 91 of Coup De Grâce
“You willed yourself?” IRIS scoffed. “Now I’ve heard it all.”
I sighed, rubbing my tired eyes as I thought about the job ahead of me and the men working with me. It had to be the worst combination ever, and yet, I really didn’t have any other options.
Then again, it would be worse if Max and Fox were here. So, maybe I didn’t have anything to complain about.
“Can we just get back to the point where we break into the building, find out what evidence they have against me, prove my innocence, and I get back to taking out the Shadow Government?” I yelled.
Everyone stopped and stared at me like I was breaking. And maybe I was.
“Boss, it’s just a little pregame warmup,” FNG grinned. “You know how we do things.”
I did, but hell, I just wanted my life back. It seemed like that was never going to happen.
“Alright, now…” Dash pulled out his computer and booted it up. “I figure you have about three minutes from the time you walk into the building.”
“Three minutes?” I snapped. “We don’t even know where they’re holding the weapons from the case against me.”
“Well, it’s not an exact science,” he muttered.
“I bet Rae could do it,” IRIS teased.
Which was the wrong fucking thing to say because Dash hated the idea of Rae being better at anything. And she let him know all the time that she could have done something better.
“You know, do I come into your house and tell you all the people who could build bombs and blow shit up better than you could? I think that’s really fucking rude. I think you should fucking apologize. That’s just fucking mean.”
IRIS pretended to look thoroughly admonished, then burst out laughing. “Man, you really are touchy after a man-woman touched your private parts.”
“That’s not funny,” Dash grumbled. “I had a knife stored down there. Imagine if she had found that. I might have gotten castrated, and then we’d have bigger issues than Cash being blamed for the murder of a president.”
“Yes, losing your dick would be a bigger issue,” I said blandly.
“Well, maybe not for you, but definitely for me. Now,” he said, getting to work. “Let me see what I can find now that I’m here and able to really put my skills to use.”
“Rae would have already figured it all out,” FNG muttered.
I smacked him upside the head for egging Dash on. I needed him to focus, and FNG was not helping. It took a few minutes, but Dash seemed to find his rhythm and got a clearer picture of where everything could be located.
“Alright, I would guess everything is being stored in this vault,” he said, pointing at his screen. “It looks like you need tobust the lock and get inside, then you can steal the weapon and vamoose.”
“Stealing the weapon won’t prove my innocence,” I gritted out.
“No, but it would make it a hell of a lot harder to prove that you had anything to do with it,” he grinned.
Then he saw that I wasn’t amused and continued. “Well, of course, while you’re doing that, I’m going to erase the database with any and all knowledge that you were ever here or that your name is an extension of the case.”
“Erasing it isn’t good enough,” IRIS muttered. “You know what we need?—”
“No!” we all shouted.
“We’re not blowing up the building,” I snarled.
“Why the hell not? I mean, seriously. It would solve all our problems.”
“And possibly hurt innocent people.”
“Hate to tell you this, boss, but right now, it’s you versus them. And none of them seem too willing to give you the benefit of the doubt.”
He was right on that front, but that didn’t mean I was going to blow up a building just to clear my name.
