"He did-" she gulped. "but he called... the day you took yourself out of the mission... he called," she blurted out. I looked at her suspiciously.
"And that changes his plans somehow?" I seethed. To know that he had planned on killing me from the very beginning; that he had played me for a fool... it...
Fuck.
"It matters!" she exclaimed, catching me off guard. "He told the Chief that the deal was off."
Shock.
Fear.
Disbelief.
"Wha-" I clamped my mouth shut, unprepared for the onslaught of the hopeful thoughts at the back of my mind. The thoughts crept up on me and took over my mind, rendering me useless for a few devastating moments.
No. I stopped myself from going any further.
"What did you say?"
"He told them to fuck off and that he didn't need any help from them," she paused, if only for a second, but then spoke again. "I think he... he did it for you." I shook my head vigorously.
"If he had done it for me, he would have owned up to it."
"You would have killed him."
