My lips press firmly together to prevent from expressing my irritation.
And let this fall under reasons why I hate the human species.
If we were lions, there’d be none of this bullshit.
It’d be a battle of strength.
Resilience.
Not headfucks.
Post a heavy exhale, I fold my hands together and ask, “And who do I talk to about setting up arescuecontract?”
“That would be me.”
“Convenient.”
“It would beifthere was not already an active contract that has the company assisting another client in the acquiring and relocating of the two targetsyouwould be requesting us to retrieve.”
“Are you fucking with me?!”
Cockiness leads to him tilting his head condescendingly to the side.“Is that what my expression infers?”
“Your expressioninfersthat youlikefucking me.”
“I do,”Marshall-Green haughtily shoots back.“And when Garcia doesn’t survive this little situation, you should reach out once more.I wouldn’t be opposed to fucking you again inotherways, Mr.Fiorenzo.”
Slamming my laptop shut occurs alongside a frustrated roar.
Forfuckssake!
Why is this happening?!
Why couldn’t this have been a simple problem I could click my way out of?!
One that I could manipulate the 1s and 0s of?!
Maybe one where keeping the people I love alive doesn’t depend on me dying?!
There has to be another way out of this.
There has to be another way to get to them.
Tosavethem.
To fucking save us all.
Another round of frustration rolls over my shoulders pushing me to give the back of my hair a rough ruffle.
There’s gotta be something I can do.
A download I haven’t thought to make.
Some file I can’t see.
GPS guidance I haven’t considered seeking.
All of a sudden, the latter inspires me to grab my cell.
