After Maths Of The Explosion

**MR SCOTT**. Is this stupid? Yes.

Is there a chance I'll get caught and killed? A bigger yes.

Will I dive into it regardless? Hell yes.

Picking my keys from the desk, the set jingled around my arm while I typed the address in my cell for safe keeping then opened the door to leave.

"Highly predictable Mr Scott . Agent Michael suspected that you'll pull a stunt like this in the event that something went wrong."

"Good. Don't try to get in my way or stop me. It won't end well."

I seethed, clenching my fist by my side.

"He gave me the orders not to let you pursue him. I can't let you leave, I'm afraid."

He crossed his hands, placing them in front of him while blocking my path.

I rolled my eyes.

"You're joking. Let me pass."

I demanded sternly, looking around for my secretary or anyone that could help me.

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Sir. I assure you that the bureau is doing everything possible to ensure no one gets hurt or dies, they will do their best to return everyone back to the