I push off his chest to stand and slide my gun back into my holster. The men circle around us, and Dire claps his hand on my shoulder and squeezes, so I turn and look at him. "You good, Prez?"
I'm out of breath a little, more from adrenaline than anything else, but nod. "Yeah, I'm good. Load this fucker up and take him to the barn. Chalice, Hotshot, wrap Cheshire's body and take her back to the compound. We'll burn her on a pyre. She deserves at least that much respect. Asteroid, load the other fucker's body up and burn him in the dumpster behind the barn. Timber?"
"Yeah, Prez," he says, stepping up next to me.
"Get that duffel bag and get rid of it. I don't want that s**t on the f*****g property."
I don't miss the way Timber smiles for a second before pulling himself back in
