Chapter Forty-Six
The single server in the room and the greeter rushed toward the back, shouting at the tops of their lungs in a language Erik didn’t understand. The Agent stood and edged backward, his expression blank.
Erik pulled open the case and removed the TR-7 inside with his left hand. The case clattered to the floor as he gripped the weapon with both hands and flipped off the safety.
“I’m through with the bullshit.”
“You’re making a mistake, Mr. Blackwell.” The Agent’s gaze watched the rifle with careful attention, the corners of his mouth turning down in a faint frown. “This doesn’t need to happen. You still have an excellent opportunity to get what you want.”
“A lot of things don’t need to occur.” Erik snorted. “You’re the one who has a bunch of your Tin Men from the Brother
