She whips around at me and sticks a finger in my face.
“And you, asshole. I knew I shouldn’t have let you in. Get out.”
“Johnny is one of the twenty-seven. I think if he wants something, he should get it. Including going home.”
“Get out.”
“It’s your choice, Johnny.”
“You need to leave now.”
I turn around. It’s Fiona. She looks very determined. The .45 automatic in her hand is probably helping with that.
I turn to Tracy. “Let me guess. Your old cop gun, right?”
Tracy says, “It’s a big bad world out there. A lady needs to know how to defend herself, doesn’t she, Fi?”
“Herself and her loved ones. You two need to leave.”
Allegra is frozen in her seat. I think it’s been kind of a long day for her. I take her arm and pull her to her feet.
“Okay, we’re going. You be careful with that.”
Fiona cocks it.
“Go to hell.”
Allegra tugs on my coat.
“Let’s go.”
We start for the door, Fiona behind us, an angry righteous mom defending her brood.
“Fi?”
It’s Johnny calling.
“Yeah?”
Fiona pushes us the last few feet and throws the dead bolt to let us out.
“I think I want to go.”
“No you don’t, Johnny. It’s dangerous and you can’t trust these people.”
“I think I want to go.”
“Let’s talk about it after they’re gone.”
“I don’t think I want to talk about it. I want to go.”
Fiona keeps the gun on us. She looks back at Johnny standing in the doorway to his room.
He says, “I want to go.”
“You can’t.”
“Stark’s right. I’m one of the special ones. Sometimes I get to say what I do.”