"Why is everyone coming out from the dead?" Rick muttered, shaking his head. He let out a harsh, annoyed sigh.
Marnus kept the suppressed pistol aimed perfectly at Rick's head. The billionaire heir looked like a ghost. He was breathing heavily, his chest heaving under his shredded, soot-stained suit. His one good eye burned with an intensity that could melt steel.
"You ruined everything," Marnus growled. "My tower. My grandfather's vault. My legacy. You stole the Precursor Core. Where is it?"
Rick just laughed. He shoved his hands deeper into his pockets and leaned back against the medical bed where Silas Warner lay dying.
"I traded it for a hypersonic jet and a really nice watch," Rick smirked. "You should have seen the explosion at the Chateau, Marnus. It was beautiful. I even pinned that scary assassin of yours to the wall like a bug."
"Shut your mouth!" Marnus screamed, his finger tightening on the trigger.
