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“Tank.” He nods at him then holds up his gun. “This isn’t my gun. Is it yours?”
Tank’s arm leaves me as he pulls his gun out, a Glock, and inspects it. “This isn’t mine.”
“Nope, looks like mine.”
“How’d they get switched?”
Grim turns to look at Toxin who makes an about face and runs straight into a member of the Warriors of Destruction.
“My guess would be him.” Grim lifts his head in Toxin’s direction.
Tank strides toward the man and asks, “What did you do?”
“Fucking nothing,” Toxin is quick to reply.
Tank looks at his gun and asks, “Why were Grim’s and my guns switched?”
“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”
Tank frowns and looks at his hand, then he puts it to his throat. “Toxin, is there something I should k-know?” His last word comes out hoarse. Tank clears his throat and shakes his head.
“Tank?” Toxin’s eyes go wide.
Tank staggers back and places his hands on his knees. “I... I don’t feel right. My throat feels weird, tight. It’s getting hard to breathe.”
“Tank, baby?” I rub his back.
Tank holds up a hand to me, and I lock eyes with Toxin. “What did you do?”
“Fucking nothing.”
Tank looks up at me, his knees buckle, and he hits the floor.
“Tank!” I shriek as I fall to the floor with him, my hands on his chest.
He’s staring up at the ceiling, gasping for breath, and his face and neck are swelling.
“Someone call 911,” I yell.
Tank’s hands fall to his sides, and his eyes roll back in his head. His whole body begins to convulse. Grim grabs Toxin and throws him toward Tank. He lands on his ass at Tank’s feet.
“You killed your own president,” Grim whispers. “You’re going to pay.”
“It was your gun,” shouts Toxin as he scrambles to his feet.
“I’m not known for poisoning people, Toxin. I’m a man... I crush my enemies.”
“He’s dead,” I scream, as tears stream down my face.
Toxin looks down at Tank and shakes his head.
“What’s going on?” demands Marshal Johnny Saint-Mark as he pushes through the crowd.
“Toxin killed his president,” a member of the Warriors of Destruction offers.
“No, I fucking didn’t!”
The marshal pulls out his gun and aims it at Toxin. “Put your hands up, slowly.” He looks at those closest to him. “Everyone, move away.”
