He tried to shake the woman’s words from his head. He had a certain prowess with middle-aged women when he was in his late teens. Had he? It couldn’t be ruled out.
“Hey, lover boy! Get your head back in the game.” Noecker nodded, and Justin tossed him an assault rifle.
“Catch, old man.”
Connor caught.
“You remember how to use one?”
It wasn’t a question. It was an insult. How many innocent civilians had Connor been forced to take out with similar guns?
“I remember well enough to blow both your faces off,” he snarled at them.
“You followed my orders, so you blame me. I was following someone else’s orders. Don’t you want to get to the source of the shitty orders? You’ll be able to kill plenty of others first.”
Connor mulled it over. Noecker had access to the higher ranks. The people with true power. Eight years was a long time to stew on who was really behind the civilian massacres in the first years of the lockdown.
“Okay, I’m in,” he confirmed. “Where are we going?”
“Lanseria airport.”
“Why didn’t we just land there, instead of here?”
The four veterans turned as one to glare at Gertie. She got the message.
“Right.” Noecker was about to issue another set of instructions. Maybe it had been too long since he’d had to follow any, or maybe he’d just had enough for the day, but Connor wasn’t yet in the mood.
“No. The heat is off. I want answers.”
Now the other four turned to glare at him. He glared back. Francina was the first to lower her eyes.
“He’s right. It’s been too long.”
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