Page 34 of V-Day
Rosa nodded.
Daniel didn’t finish the rest of his thought. He suspected, though, that when they searched through Mulray’s clothes in a few minutes, they wouldn’t find a gun on him. Rosa didn’t need to hear that right now.
Suicide by Armed Agent.
Daniel shook his head. “I only have Vistarian currency on me, although I bet you five hundred the control room isn’t at Los Alamitos.”
Rosa gave a tight, hard laugh. “No bet. They screwed him, coming and going, the poor bastard. He thought he would be the savior of a nation and all along they were going to detonate right on top of him.” She put her gun away.
Finally, other agents were hurrying along the corridor. Daniel realized that barely sixty seconds had elapsed since he’d taken the man down. Time did tend to telescope when in the thick of things.
Rosa met Daniel’s gaze once more. “These Insurrectos…they have no morals. No principles. They’d sell out their mother to win.”
“That sums them up nicely,” Daniel admitted.
The other agents surrounded them, speaking into their microphones, reporting the situation, taking directions.
Rosa’s gaze didn’t shift from Daniel. “If you have need of a one-armed combatant down there, call me. I’ll come running.”
“Don’t take it personal, Rosa,” Daniel said. “You’ll screw up your chi.”
She shook her head, looking down at Doug Mulray as the other agents scooped him up. “It’s not personal. It’s practical. The world doesn’t need people like that in charge of anything.”
Daniel sighed. “I hear you.” He glanced at his watch. “Can you escort me out of the White House so I don’t have to answer five thousand questions? I want to go find my wife and get the hell out of Dodge. There’s a war waiting for me.”
