Just as Mathis was thinking of how to answer me, the radio on both Mathis and Tank went off with a squawk.
"We're under attack!" screamed the man on the other side before the line went dead.
If I thought the two men on either side of me were tense before, it was nothing compared to how they were reacting now.
"Tank, take her back to your place and lock the door. Then meet me down at the front gate," snarled Mathis, pulling a gun out from inside his jacket. "Fuck. I wish I picked up more bullets when I was down at stores."
'Deal accepted,' whispered the voice quickly inside of me. It was clear that she didn't want me negotiating a lesser sentence for Mathis. Poor man, I wonder what his sacrifice was going to be.
