Chapter - 293
Rick stood on the metal catwalk, drenched in sweat, his new Rolex gleaming with the blood of the man he'd just butchered. The mangled, broken body of Sparrow One lay at his feet, a whimpering, agonizing mess.
His knees were bags of wet gravel, his arms twisted at angles that made them useless. Below, in the gravel, Sharon was a pale, shaking silhouette, covered in the cooling, sticky blood of Sparrow Two. The entire warehouse stank of ozone, cordite, and iron.
He was holding the laptop. The asset. The entire reason this clusterfuck had started. The System Quest timer in his head was still ticking. 5 Days, 20 Hours...
Rick turned his cold, calculating gaze back to the ruined man on the floor. He still needed a location.
