“Would you stop moving? Do you want to blow up?” IRIS snapped.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I said, stalking over to her.
“Um…” She cocked her head to the side, pursing her lips. “I’m…currently trying not to blow up.”
Frustrated, I huffed out a breath. “You know what I mean. You stole my wallet.”
She cocked her head to the side like she was questioning my sanity. “Well, I was with you last night, and then I decided to come to work. Great plan, I know, but it happens.”
“She stole your wallet?” IKE asked.
“Yes,” I gritted my teeth.
“Like, at a bar?”
“You know, a little quiet would be appreciated while I try not to blow us up,” IRIS grumbled.
“We met at the bar,” the woman clarified, “but then he took me to this hotel.”
“Last night?” IKE stared at me. “No wonder it took you forever to get your ass out of bed.”
I sighed heavily. “What the fuck do you care?”
He laughed slightly. “I don’t. It’s none of my business, but it explains why you’re dragging ass. Must have been really good.”
“Oh, he was,” the woman laughed but quickly schooled her features when I glared at her.
“Did you get her number?”
“Actually, I snuck out,” she told IKE.
He sucked in a breath. “That bad?”
“It was actually very good. He broke my streak,” she said with a grin. It was strange that she wasn’t freaking out. She had a fucking bomb strapped to her. But despite all that, I was curious about what exactly I broke.
“Streak of what?” I asked curiously.
“Remember the ex?”
I nodded, remembering the hair job after her bastard boyfriend cheated on her. So, she hadn’t slept with anyone since then. In a sense, I popped her cherry.
“So, you left him in the middle of the night,” IKE continued.
“Well, I had a flight to catch. It turns out I might have wanted to miss that flight. Then I wouldn’t be strapped in, ready to explode.”
“We’ll get you out,” I said reassuringly.
IRIS stopped what he was doing and looked up at me. “We? I’m sorry, what are you doing other than distracting me?”
“I’m distracting her so she doesn’t freak out on you,” I pointed out.
“Oh, I won’t freak out. Simon told me it would be quick.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose, not wanting to ask the next question. “Simon?”
“The bomber,” she grinned. “He was very nice.”
“He strapped you to a bomb!” I exploded. “That doesn’t make him nice!”
“Well, he was just doing his job, trying to survive. I can’t blame him for that.”
I stared at her incredulously. I didn’t get it. What kind of person didn’t panic when they were about to die? “You do realize that if IRIS can’t dismantle this bomb, you’re going to be blown to bits.”
“Way to keep her calm,” IRIS muttered.
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