“You won’t get away with this, you know. My people will find you…you’ll pay.”
Johnny shoved him again, making him stumble along the gantry.
“Keep moving, asshole,” Milly barked out as she waved the pistol in his general direction. The urge to shoot him in the ass was becoming more and more tempting. She debated putting a few bolts into the floor around his feet to see him dance, but, no expert on these things, she didn’t know how much charge the pistol had left.
They reached the hold she and Johnny had been held in and Jason slowed down, his face twisted in disgust at the bodies littered around the door, both in and out of the room.
“You can’t put me in there. I… I have claustrophobia,” he announced, clinging to the rails like a kid who didn’t want to go where his parents told him. Mil
