If there were ever a time he had considered murdering a child, Willis was sure this was the time. He chased after the annoying blond who had just burst into his life. His heart still pounded from their previous confrontation with the explosive woman at his six. He had heard his hostage call her Connie, but that name sounded too dainty for her. The presence surrounding her shifted the atmosphere of the room. Demanding of respect and attention. Willis failed to stifle the shiver from dwelling in his mind for too long.
They took the stairs to the second floor, walking through the warehouse space on catwalks. Clint pointed ahead, “these are the main server rooms. This will give us the best access in the building.” He opened the door letting it fall shut on the others.
Willis pushed in, holding the door open for Connie. Just barely though. She still didn’t sit well with him.