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“Wait, what the fuck did she just say?”This was the guy beside the one that had attacked me.
“Shut the fuck up.It’s almost done,” the injured guard said.
“No, you did not tell me we were taking on Ivan Volkov.What the fuck is this?”The guy got to his feet, but the one I injured simply shot him in the head.
This was not the first time I had seen death, but I was frozen as the guy just landed on the floor.The injured man pointed his gun at the two men close to me.
“You got a problem, I can end your fears right the fuck now,” he said, pointing the gun directly at them.
My heart raced.None of them made a move, but I had my answers.This guy was a member of The Grid, and he had to manipulate the others to get them to do their job.
Ivan had told me he would slowly bring The Grid to its knees.I don’t know how he had done it, but I had a feeling this was the start of it, if not close to the finish line.Victor had told me Ivan would remove The Grid.The Butcher said the same thing.If members had to manipulate people to get them to work, then that could only mean one thing.Ivan was right.The Grid was failing.
All I had to do was stay alive long enough for them to find me.
I just didn’t know how I was going to do that.
Chapter Seventeen
Victor
I crouched down and looked at the mess that was once part of my house.They had thrown a bomb into my house, blowing off the side of it, and that was how they had taken my wife.I had been in my office, when two men had attacked me.
Ivan had been right and wrong.The distraction had happened, only it had been at my home, and they had moved my wife.The Butcher and The Beast had been out in the yard, and only a second before the bomb hit, they gave the warning.There was no time.I heard my wife scream, and I had been fighting to get to her.
In total, we had ten bodies.All of them contract killers.None of them associated with The Grid.
Ivan was there.The Beast was there.The Butcher had a tablet in her hands and was looking over the security footage.How had it gone wrong?
My anger was at a whole new level.My rage knew no bounds.My wife had been fucking taken.Her shoe was in the main hallway, or what was left of the damn hallway.I didn’t care about the rebuild.I held onto that shoe as if it was some kind of lifeline and in that moment, that was exactly what it was.
“Fucker!”The Butcher said.She tapped on the tablet, and I got to my feet and moved in close.That was when I saw the guard.He was not one of mine.
“That’s, Eric The Tool,” she said, holding out the tablet.The Beast moved in closer.
“How the fuck did he get in here?”He took the tablet, and we didn’t even need to ask.One of the bodies we had recovered was one of my men.He had a knife wound across his throat.That explained how they got in.They slit my guard’s throat, and used his fingerprint and eye scan to get inside.
