His Arranged Protection
The barrel shook slightly, the weight of the metal pulling against my wrists, but I aimed it squarely at the architect’s chest.
"Step back from the desk," I barked, my voice echoing off the corrugated steel ceiling, surprising me with its raw sharpness. "Hands on your head. Now."
Gavin’s chest heaved. He looked at Costa, then down the dark, hollow eye of my gun, and slowly raised his arms, interlacing his fingers behind his balding head. He backed away from the desk, his knees knocking against the metal legs of a rolling office chair.
"Don't do anything foolish, girl," Gavin stammered, his eyes wide. "The deletion sequence is automated now. If you shoot me, you won't know how to abort the se
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