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bullshit story.”
“I can confirm that Ghost and I overheard the Chairman talking to Mosely about Thea and that when the Chairman found out we had heard him he ordered Mosely to stab his own son to death. Saw that part with my own two eyes. The story isn’t bullshit.”
Nadia had the suspicion it wasn’t so much that Angel didn’t believe the story, it was that she wanted to get out of paying for it. If the upper echelons of the official resistance consisted of people like Angel, then Nadia was just as glad they weren’t interested in joining forces. Just because they were opposed to Paxco’s current oppressive regime didn’t mean they were the good guys.
“Dorothy is going to make the late Chairman Hayes seem like a saint by comparison,” Nadia said. “He had a lot of flaws, but he did at least have some level of concern over the well-being of his state and some rudimentary respect for human life. Dorothy doesn’t have even that. When I threatened to go public with what I knew, Chairman Hayes wanted to protect his legacy, but he also wanted to protect the people of Paxco. He knew if it went public, there would be riots at the very least, a civil war at worst, and he knew thousands of people would probably die. Dorothy killed him because he wasn’t willing to take that risk—and she was. Because to her, thousands of people dying is not a big deal as long as she comes out on top.”
Angel rocked back in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest. The sound system came roaring to life, blasting out the kind of heavy, rhythmic music that made Nadia’s teeth vibrate. Nadia could see the front door opening as the club’s staff emerged from the shadows, ready to service their clientele.
“You know the information’s good,” Bishop shouted over the music. “Why don’t you just pay us and let us get the hell out of here.”
Angel leaned forward again. “Because this all sounds like a plot to a B-movie, and I still haven’t taken the idea of killing you off the table.”
“Remember what I said about Ghost and the others,” Bishop said, sounding not in the least bit intimidated by the threat. “They can cause you a shitload of trouble if anything happens to me or Honey.”
Angel grinned broadly. “Yeah, well here’s the thing: my bouncer just spotted the Ghost loitering around on the sidewalk outside the club.”
Nadia almost gasped at the news. It wasn’t until that moment that she noticed the discreet rubber earpiece Angel was wearing. The last Nadia had checked, phone service was still down, so whatever communication system Angel was using didn’t utilize phone frequencies.
Bishop laughed. “Now who’s spouting bullshit stories? The Ghost sure as hell wouldn’t come here. ”
“No?” Angel asked with a confident smirk. “So my bouncer is lying when he says the Ghost is outside my door with some blue-haired chick and a guy with a multicolored duster.”
Bishop sobered quickly and Nadia swallowed hard. There was no way Angel would know anything about Agnes’s and Dante’s Basement disguises—unless she was telling the truth. But Angel’s death threats aside, there had to be something seriously wrong for Nate and the others to have left the apartment and come to the club.
Nadia hastily stood up, almost knocking her chair over. There was a steady stream of Basement-dwellers pouring in through the front door, to the point that getting out might be a challenge.
“Sit down, Honey,” Angel commanded. “We’re not finished here.” She then spoke into what Nadia presumed was a microphone, although it was so well hidden it was invisible. “Bring them in. If they give you any trouble, go for the girl. That’ll be their weakness.”
Nadia looked at Bishop. He was the expert in surviving in the Basement and was more likely to know if this situation called for an escape attempt or more negotiation. He was still seated, and when she met his eyes, he nodded.
Slowly, Nadia sank back
“I can confirm that Ghost and I overheard the Chairman talking to Mosely about Thea and that when the Chairman found out we had heard him he ordered Mosely to stab his own son to death. Saw that part with my own two eyes. The story isn’t bullshit.”
Nadia had the suspicion it wasn’t so much that Angel didn’t believe the story, it was that she wanted to get out of paying for it. If the upper echelons of the official resistance consisted of people like Angel, then Nadia was just as glad they weren’t interested in joining forces. Just because they were opposed to Paxco’s current oppressive regime didn’t mean they were the good guys.
“Dorothy is going to make the late Chairman Hayes seem like a saint by comparison,” Nadia said. “He had a lot of flaws, but he did at least have some level of concern over the well-being of his state and some rudimentary respect for human life. Dorothy doesn’t have even that. When I threatened to go public with what I knew, Chairman Hayes wanted to protect his legacy, but he also wanted to protect the people of Paxco. He knew if it went public, there would be riots at the very least, a civil war at worst, and he knew thousands of people would probably die. Dorothy killed him because he wasn’t willing to take that risk—and she was. Because to her, thousands of people dying is not a big deal as long as she comes out on top.”
Angel rocked back in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest. The sound system came roaring to life, blasting out the kind of heavy, rhythmic music that made Nadia’s teeth vibrate. Nadia could see the front door opening as the club’s staff emerged from the shadows, ready to service their clientele.
“You know the information’s good,” Bishop shouted over the music. “Why don’t you just pay us and let us get the hell out of here.”
Angel leaned forward again. “Because this all sounds like a plot to a B-movie, and I still haven’t taken the idea of killing you off the table.”
“Remember what I said about Ghost and the others,” Bishop said, sounding not in the least bit intimidated by the threat. “They can cause you a shitload of trouble if anything happens to me or Honey.”
Angel grinned broadly. “Yeah, well here’s the thing: my bouncer just spotted the Ghost loitering around on the sidewalk outside the club.”
Nadia almost gasped at the news. It wasn’t until that moment that she noticed the discreet rubber earpiece Angel was wearing. The last Nadia had checked, phone service was still down, so whatever communication system Angel was using didn’t utilize phone frequencies.
Bishop laughed. “Now who’s spouting bullshit stories? The Ghost sure as hell wouldn’t come here. ”
“No?” Angel asked with a confident smirk. “So my bouncer is lying when he says the Ghost is outside my door with some blue-haired chick and a guy with a multicolored duster.”
Bishop sobered quickly and Nadia swallowed hard. There was no way Angel would know anything about Agnes’s and Dante’s Basement disguises—unless she was telling the truth. But Angel’s death threats aside, there had to be something seriously wrong for Nate and the others to have left the apartment and come to the club.
Nadia hastily stood up, almost knocking her chair over. There was a steady stream of Basement-dwellers pouring in through the front door, to the point that getting out might be a challenge.
“Sit down, Honey,” Angel commanded. “We’re not finished here.” She then spoke into what Nadia presumed was a microphone, although it was so well hidden it was invisible. “Bring them in. If they give you any trouble, go for the girl. That’ll be their weakness.”
Nadia looked at Bishop. He was the expert in surviving in the Basement and was more likely to know if this situation called for an escape attempt or more negotiation. He was still seated, and when she met his eyes, he nodded.
Slowly, Nadia sank back
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