What the fuck is Kate doing letting them still maintain battle readiness? This is the most fucking irresponsible thing I've ever seen. They're so wired up they could snap at any moment now.
Start something tragic. And Amy. Caught right in the middle.
No.
This is my fucking city.
I'm not gonna let that happen.
"Outta my fucking way," I say to the officer and push my way past.
I can see the soldiers twitch. I can see Kate standing there.
"There!" she yells, and a National Guard Commander trains his gun.
I look down at my chest.
Yep.
The red dot of the laser pointer. Right on my heart.
Whatever. Do I look like I care?
I keep walking, one step in front of another. Guns trained on me.
I get to a car parked on the curb and get on top of it.
I need to do something now. Before more protesters come.
"Put me on," I say into my phone and there's a whine of a microphone to my right.
Soldiers, protesters, even NYPD look to my right.
"Susan?" Kate says, puzzled and angry. "What are you doing here."
"She's holding a speaker, Kate," I say into the phone and hear my voice echo through the wireless loudspeaker that Susan Duran is setting up on the sidewalk.
That's right.
Thought I'd forgotten about her, didn't you?
Thought I'd cast her aside.
You thought she was a traitor.
What can I say?
In the game of politics, sometimes you gotta play your fucking cards close to the fucking vest.
I couldn't risk you telling anyone. I don't know who. I just couldn't.
And I couldn't risk Amy finding out just yet.
Which I can tell she's figuring out as her eyes widen, seeing Susan.
For the first time, Kate looks like she's a bit off balance. She hasn't expected this.
The soliders are confused. They're starting to see the light a bit. A good thing too. There are now at least a hundred protesters who are starting to swarm past the barricades and into the restricted area next to the building entrance of Kinky Amy's.