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The anger in the room over his words is palpable, and there’s a rumbling coming from Luis’ chest that sounds almost like an animal growling. I’m afraid he’s about to attempt something out of anger, so I reach to hold him back, but something else stops us instead.
Six’s eyes pop open, the paleness of her skin making her grey irises appear almost dark. I recognize the look on her face from our training exercises, and I know that all hell is about to break loose.
Shit’s about to go down.
Johnson has been holding her limp body for a while now, still under the impression she is unconscious. She’s obviously weak, but she uses the element of surprise to her advantage. Grabbing his arm that is holding the scalpel, she pulls down and tilts her body to the side before ducking under his arms. Her hands gripping the hand that is holding the weapon, she turns it in to face him and uses his own momentum to stab the scalpel into his side. She gets in three good jabs before flinging the scalpel away and stepping away from Johnson, his body bent in pain.
Stepping behind Jackson, I pull the handgun from his vest. The moment Six steps out of Johnson’s hold, I shoot him in the thigh.
I was aiming for his groin, but I’ll take it.
He drops to his knees, groaning and coughing.
I sneer down at him. “Don’t worry, man, you’ll heal, right?” If he hasn’t been using any of the plasma for his own benefit, I’d be very surprised.
“Too bad, I’d like to watch him bleed out,” Luis says in a low, growly voice. “Do we really have to turn him over to the authorities?”
“No,” says Six, unstable on her feet. “He knows everything. He’ll use it to weasel out of being punished, and in the end, he’ll just start over again.”
She reaches for me, and I walk forward as if pulled by a magnet, leaning down to kiss her. Her lips turn up in a smirk as she kisses me back, but reaches for the gun that I’m holding at my side. Oh, right.
Luis places his hand at the small of her back, offering to do the deed for her, but she ignores him.
Without an ounce of hesitation, Six turns and shoots. The bullet hits him right between the eyes as he looks up from his knees, execution style.
Six
My show of strength takes everything I have left. The squeeze of the trigger, the recoil of the gun, the relief of watching the life leave such an evil man’s eyes—these are the last traces of energy my body can handle.
The room spins and I sway, collapsing. A pair of strong arms catches me before I hit the ground, lifting to cradle me as we walk out of the room like nothing ever happened there.
I’m vaguely aware of walking through a throng of agents and officers, all of whom pull their weapons on us as we emerge from the building. Apparently, these three must have caused some trouble to get into the building in the first place, marking them as dangerous individuals.
A voice that I recognize as Bennet’s FBI friend, Agent Tova, calls them off. They allow us to walk through the security barriers. Continuing toward a group of parked cars, the flashing lights bright against the darkening sky.
“I need to make at least a show of handcuffing you,” Agent Tova tells the guys.
Luis isn’t interested in whatever show the agent is trying to put on. “Touch her, or try to remove her from my arms, and I promise you’ll regret it.”
This is the last thing I remember for a while.
The next time I wake up, I’m bundled up in Bennet’s arms, feeling the reverberations of his voice through my cheek on his chest.
“I can’t tell you more than that, Derrick. It’s a matter of keeping her safe, but it’s more than that. The things BioCere was researching can never see the light of day. The things you know about are bad enough. You don’t want to know about this, I promise.”
“Do I want to know how you could make that information disappear?”
“Probably not. Just know it’s for the best.”
“Are you really qualified to make that decision, Bennet?”
“Honestly Derrick, I’m qualified enough to know that there is too much opportunity for it to be used unethically. Just the amount of government officials in BioCere’s pockets should be enough to prove that corruption isn’t just possible, it’s probable.”
I drift off again, lulled by the safety of warm arms and a rumbly voice.
The next time I wake up, Jackson is smiling down at me.
“Hey there Sunshine, Lukas is filling up a bath.”
