BIG KAIHOURS EARLIER I grabbed my worn Draco from the desk, slid a bullet in, and slung it over my shoulder. The cigar hit my lips as I turned to face my fifteen kneeling staff, trembling and drenched in sweat. Black and white, broken, pathetic—most barely clinging to life after I'd begun. I drew on the cigar, walking slowly past them. Some of my men were stationed nearby, guns trained on the kneelers, watching. On the side, my sister Imani stood stiffly, silent. "Now. I'mma repeat myself one last time." I puffed out smoke. They shuddered. "Where. The. Hell. Is my son?" I demanded. Silence, only shudders. I cocked the gun, unloaded a burst of bullets into the kneeling fools. Screams filled the hall. When I finally paused, maybe one or two remained. "You three—talk, or join your colleagues," I said, cigar smoke curling. The lone woman stammered, "W-we... we don't know, sir..." I shot her. The men screamed. One begged. I shot him too. The last male panicked, sprinting for th
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