“The fucking building is not stable!” Ben yelled again.
“Fourteen minutes,” announced the doctor.
“Ben, go! Leave!”
“No. I know this building, and I just saw where this fire is blaring. We don’t have time for this, Sir!”
“Thirteen minutes.”
The sprinklers began spraying water, wetting everything. “Twelve minutes,” Dr. Avery announced.
I gave it until the ten-minute mark before yelling, “Let’s go!”
Dr. Avery pulled the needle out of himself and then out of her.
It was good she was still so out of it, so she wouldn’t be able to feel the pain.
“Follow me!” Ben yelled.
Dr. Avery was in front of me as we ran down the hall then the stairs to the tunnel Ben had just shown me that morning. Somehow, even with her in my arms, it all happened much quicker than in the morning. Perhaps he’d taken a different way.
“Where are we?” Dr. Avery asked when we finally got outside. I turned around to the building right before another section of it collapsed. A giant cloud of gray smoke rose with the flames and ash exploded out of the cloud and building.
“Gentlemen. Good luck,” Dr. Avery stated, and nodded once before walking away. It was in harsh contrast to the sight in the distance, where several girls were still running away from the building into the forest at full speed.
“I fucking owe you, man,” I said to Ben.
He took off the bag. “Come. You’re gonna need this.”
“Did you have a chance to—”
My eyes stayed locked on his. I still had not put her down on the grass to take the bag when he began explaining, “Sir. DiSantos is the Italian last name of John Waters. The candidate for the United States presidency. Jay Waters as in Jay DiSantos is his uncle.”
“All the information is there but…” He paused. “It’s one thing to expose that a bunch of politicians and one side of the Royal Family of Monaco was into this but quite another to expose the family of the leading candidate for POTUS who is also an old Mafia family. Do you understand? You can't do this, Sir.”
“I don’t give a flying fuck,” I yelled as I bent down to place her on the grass.
“There’s something else. Which might be the part that saves your ass. His daughter was here.”
“What do you mean?”
“Something didn’t look right. He was shot last year and since then we’ve had his daughter here.”
“Who?”
“I printed it for you. Slave number F-one-five-one-six-seven-eight-three-one, Scarlett Waters.”
“I’ve never seen that name or number. But I guess if you’re kidnapping the daughter of a presidential candidate.”
Guns were fired, making several girls scream in the distance. We both looked toward where the gunshots were coming from then looked at each other again.
“It wasn’t logged in. Call me when you get her to safety.”
We patted each other's backs. “And the Lords?”
“They were locked into the auditorium. Not sure what happened but it’s not like I tried hard.”
“And Master?”
