“Hurry!”

I rushed my cabinet up the stairwell. Eight was falling a bit behind, seeing as his asthma had been acting up lately. The old codger…

After the matter of Henry’s fate had been dealt with, to quite satisfactory results in my mind, I could finally release my plans of letting my advisers see me eradicate the two nuisances that had recently plugged up the Secretists’ operations.

“Let’s go! We’re almost there!”

Huh. It appeared the guards were already setting up the table of lethal injections… The door to the row of prisons was wide open. One of them would have to be fired for that.

Mental note filed, I walked inside.

I would have never expected to see what I saw in that moment.

That idiot guard that let my son get shot in the head was being beaten over the head with a metal chair by some large man! And those two twins were with him!

They were escaping!

“HALT!” I yelled, as the rest of my surprised cabinet blundered in and I trained a gun on the escapees.

And you know what?

Everyone did.