Disavowed by Marcus Richardson

Author:Marcus Richardson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Marcus Richardson

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OakRock Securities Headquarters

Denver, Colorado

An impeccably dressed bald man wearing glasses pushed his way through the surprised technicians and planted himself in front of Cooper. Unlike most of the other employees of OakRock, this man clearly had never served time overseas in a combat capability. He looked Cooper up and down and stared at him with the audacity and haughty voice of an unblooded officer, nonetheless.

“Just what the hell do you think you're doing in here?"

Cooper smirked. “As long as I have this rifle, Poindexter, whatever the fuck I want."

"This is a restricted area," Poindexter barked. "You’ve got one chance—both of you!—to turn around and walk out of here. When security gets here⁠—”

“You'll be the first one to get a bullet through the head,” Cooper snapped. “So, if I were you, I'd make sure to call the security team and tell them to stand the hell down," Cooper growled. To put emphasis on his words, he calmly raised his rifle and aimed it at the man's bulbous forehead. “You get me?”

To his credit, Poindexter didn't so much as flinch. He stared at Cooper and a slow smile spread across his face. "I know who you are. I know why you're here, too. It won’t work.” He snorted. “You’re a dead man.”

Cooper leveled an even gaze at the shorter man. “That a fact?"

"We don't have time for this…” Garrett called from the door. "They're trying to get in!”

Cooper narrowed his eyes at the ballsy tech. "Lock that door down."

Poindexter crossed his arms and hmmphed. “No.”

Cooper blinked. “No?”

“Security is going to tear you apart. Doesn't matter how good you are, or how many years as an operator you have under your belt —there's bound to be twenty of them out there, and you⁠—"

Cooper lowered his rifle and threw an open palm strike right up the man's nose. He grinned at the satisfying crunch of cartilage and the resultant scream of pain. Poindexter dropped to his knees, blood dribbling between his fingers down his chest.

Cooper turned to the technician, who sat at the nearest station and aimed his rifle. “I don’t like repeating myself. Lock the door down."

The technician stared at him with wide eyes and froze, his hands hovering just over the keyboard.

Cooper stepped closer. “Please,” he said, his voice full of menace.

Someone started pounding on the main door.

"Crap…” Garrett said as he stepped back from the door and raised his rifle. "This is not how I expected today to go when I woke up…”

"Yeah?" Cooper called over his shoulder. "Join the crowd." He turned back to the terrified technician. “Lock down the goddamn door before I turn your head into a canoe."

Poindexter struggled to his feet. “Don't do it!" He'd smeared blood all over his chest. His newly misshapen nose was already starting to swell as he pointed a trembling hand at the technician.

"Don't you move a muscle! He's bluffing!"

Cooper lowered his weapon. "He's right," he said with a sigh. "I don't plan on shooting anybody." He pulled out the knife the guard leader had given him.

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