My tongue felt thick and speech was impossible. What does one say when they had to kill someone they admired, respected, and trusted? Nodding, I moved to go through the door when he yanked me back.
Thrusting a gun in my hand, he smiled. “Bring me his head. I don’t care how you get it off, but you’ll be carrying it back to show Michael.”
Looking at the gun, I frowned at Aiden. “No, problem. I’m resourceful.”
Clutching the gun, I ignored the urge to point it at him. A part of me felt it was a test. There was no telling if the gun even worked. Crossing through the lobby, I stopped at the front desk and grabbed a couple of peppermints. They were probably stale, but I could use the sugar fix. A fleeting glance at the directory told me the labs were all on the sixth floor. Turning right, I he
