“Furnace?” I asked, wondering when the trap would be sprung, when the guards would start shooting. But they didn’t even seem tense, leaning against the pillars or resting on the reception desk as if this was their day off. “You know they’ll be coming for you,” I spat, fear growing into anger. “The army. They know you guys are behind this now.” The blacksuit shrugged then shook his gun, gesturing toward the bank of elevators that sat behind the desk. “He’s waiting,” he repeated. “Penthouse.”
Oh my god im so excited....... Oughhh
