“This is it?” Kinzer asked. Though it was a few feet wide, he’d been expecting something far more impressive. “This is what you guys spent all this time working on?”
“It’s far more impressive than it looks,” Quintz assured him before setting it on a table beside him.
Kinzer bit down on his bottom lip.
“So we take on the colosseum, we get the codes, and then what do we actually do with this bomb? And what good is that going to be against the Morarkes?”
“None,” Quintz admitted. “And we’re going to have to find Janka’s location and use it against him.”
“You guys don’t even know where he is? Fuck. Well, a lot of good that does us, then.”
“Kinzer, this is a war. We have to take on one battle at a time, and this bomb is the only thing we have that’s powerful enough to take on the Christ.”
“Better than nothing, I guess,” Kinzer said, but he wondered if that was really true or if he needed to tell himself that to feel better.
“So I take it this means you’ll lend us your help, Kinzer?” Kelley asked.
“As Quintz pointed out to me earlier, no matter how I feel about any of this bullshit, this is my only option. And at the very least, I want Treycore and Kid safe, regardless of whether this bomb thing even works.”
“We’re proud to have you with us,” Quintz said. “Even if you kind of hate us.”
Quintz grinned, and it was charming as fuck, making Kinzer’s dick swell. He hoped they could have another go before Treycore’s Day of Judgment. If only to ease the tension this meeting had stirred, especially now that he knew exactly how much was against them…
