Chapter - 288
Rick's hand was on the heavy steel handle of the safe. The air in the container was so thick with tension it was almost unbreathable. In the corner, a bloody and whimpering Crimson Sparrow was a pathetic heap of misery. Beside him, Sharon stood with her hand resting on her holstered pistol, her entire body coiled like a spring.
With a grunt of effort, Rick pulled the heavy, insulated door open. It moved with a silent, hydraulic hiss, revealing the contents within.
