Infected-15
“So where’s the bomb, Brian? We really want to take care of this so all these scared people can go home and be safe.” “It’s not in the ER,” he repeated. “Then where?” Brian loosened his hold. This time, Kennedy was sure of it. “Brian?” Dominic’s voice revealed a strain of tension. “Talk to me, buddy. What’s going on behind that door?” “Why don’t you come in here and find out?” The words themselves might have sounded ominous, but Brian’s tone was polite and subdued. Kennedy mentally begged Dominic not to listen. The minute he exposed himself, Brian could shoot. “Ok, I’m stepping into the conference room right now, all right?” Kennedy squinted, preparing to close her eyes so she wouldn’t have to watch her boyfriend getting murdered. “I’m keeping my hands up. I don’t have a gun or an
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