"Really Ray, how much longer must people suffer for your mistake," Andre asked, his voice filling the room . Ray froze and turned as realization hit him..
Andre had planned it all.
A cold sweat trickled slowly down the president's spine. He froze and stared at the man on the floor looking calm and collected. Something was wrong. Their eyes met and the room seemed tp tilt. Ray was looking into pits of unbridled fury that seemed to be struggling to get out of flimsy restraints.
"...Mr President," the Chief's voice finally reached him. Breaking eye contact, Ray turned to the Chief. The latter was almost at the door and was calling out to him while looking at the man on the floor warily. Suddenly Andre let out a slight chuckle. He punched the remaining man on top of him and kneed his exposed ribcage before pushing him off.
