Actually, I wouldn’t.
“Why do this?”
“So my daughters can afford to live.So my mom can stay on her medication.So we don’t have to starve.Why the fuck else would I risk it?”
“Whatever’s in the vault isn’t enough for you?”
He laughs, and—oh.
“You’re not after that, are you?”I ask.“This was the real plan.”
“Had to get back here somehow, didn’t I?”His smile is no longer reassuring.“What they take can be tracked.This right here?Ain’t no one even gonna know it’s missing.”
“You’d really sell out thousands of people just to save yourself?”
“Yes!”
“You’re no better than the people you hate.”
“Lady, I don’t give a shit what you think about me.You know why?Because I’m about to solve every problem I’ve ever had, and I’m going to sleep well at night, knowing I took care of mine and my own when no one else did.You think the fucks on the board of directors will give a shit about today?About you?”
“What would your daughters think?”
“Fuck you.Don’t you talk about my kids.”
“Hal, you think you’re sticking it to the same unethical corporations that put you in this position, but I promise you, you’re only going to hurt people who are in the same situation as you.The people at the top?They have protections in place, and insurance, and lawyers.I understand why you want to do this, and if your only target was the assholes running the show, I would close my eyes and pretend we didn’t have this conversation, but?—”
“But what?”
My blood runs cold.
“But I can’t let you condemn thousands of people just to save yourself.”
“Then I’m sorry,” he says.“Because you’re never going to get the chance to tell anybody about it.”
Crashing into me like a boulder, he wraps his hands around my throat and squeezes.There’s no hesitation, only desperation in his eyes.He’s bigger and meaner, and I’m not strong enough to pull him off me.
* * *
Make Your Choice:
you get the upper hand(go to 69)
Hal overpowers you(go to 70)
go back(go to 53)
“All right, love, let’s do it.”
I could kiss him.
“Do you think you can get us into the bank?”
Lucky places his glass on the coffee table with a thud.“Course I can.”
* * *
All right, heroes!
