It felt like standing on a single plank bridge, sealed off from both ends. The only outcomes awaiting him were either being pushed off or jumping down on his own.
Mir knew before coming here that he might lose, but he hadn't expected to lose this badly.
Anthony Davis chuckled faintly, "Despicable? If you think this is despicable, then suit yourself. It's just a shame—you won't get to see how truly despicable I can be."
Mir gritted his teeth so hard it felt like they might shatter—this demon. "You must think I'm a fool, right? Just a pawn for you to toy with, manipulated into circles?"
Anthony shook his head, "Of course not. To deal with you, I had to come up with quite a few plans."
Mir...
He glanced toward the car and asked, "What's the deal with the bomb?"
Mir had been suspicious the whole time, wondering if maybe the bomb was faulty, which explained why it hadn't gone off. Why it had failed to explode.
