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"The cops are outside. They are breaking the gates down." Harden said.
My father's face hardened.
"I thought you said the compound was secure." He said pointedly towards Vulcan.
"We had no reason to suspect that it wasn't." Simmons said grabbing the papers out of his desk.
"Do you have a way out of here?"
"The tunnel takes us underground and down the street. We have a garage waiting with a car."
"Harden, get all the checks and receipts. Have all the people rush upstairs and keep the cops busy. I want you to burn this place to the ground. Simmons, you are going to show my son and I the way out."
"Why are we taking the kid?" He asked opening the hidden door.
"I have other plans for him." My father said cutting the ropes that bonded me to the chair. He grabbed me and pulled me upwards, my knees gave out from the hits from the pipe. "Get up."
I stood and he led me through the doorway. I heard gunshots in the background, screams following them. The tunnel was grimy and moldy, water dripping from overhead. The tunnel was concrete with one wire with several lamps in one line. The sirens got louder as we got farther down the tunnel. At one point they were incredibly loud and I knew that we were right under the street. Then the sirens faded until it was the faintest sound.
"Through here." Simmons said opening the door, revealing steps that lead up to another door.
We walked up the stairs, I stumbled several times. He opened the door and peaked through. He saw that it was clear and we made our way towards the car. Vulcan grabbed the keys and unlocked the SUV's doors. My father threw me into the trunk and got into the backseat. Vulcan opened the garage door and went down the driveway. I sat myself up and looked down towards the street. It was a total raid. Police cars lined the streets, ambulances also.
Simmons took a hard left and I fell onto my side, rolling into the side of the trunk. My head hit the hard casing of the trunk and everything went black.
I woke up to the sound of the lid of the trunk popping open.
"Get out." My father commanded. Vulcan grabbed me by the arm and tossed me out of the SUV into the street. I slowly raised myself up, Simmons grabbing me by arm and twisting it around.
"What are you one of his henchmen like Harden?" I asked.
"I don't work for anybody, we work together." He said twisting my arm even further.
We followed my father into the alley. I stopped dead in my tracks noticing where I was.
"You are about to be apart of history. This alley is history."
"I'm honored." I said sarcastically.
Vulcan tossed me to the ground.
"Tomorrow morning, they're going to find your body. Detective Beckett and Mr. Castle will be called in. They are going to find you and they will find no evidence. I have people in the inside that will write it off as random gang violence. Mr. Castle will have to call his daughter in and deliver the bad news. She will be destroyed and Detective Beckett will blame herself, the guilt will drive her into the rabbit hole. This time not surfacing. And, I will get the sympathy vote yet again, winning the governor's race. Getting one step closer to the White House." He stated.
"You've had a plan all along." I said.
"No. I just know how to roll with the punches."
"So, how are you going to do this?"
"We're using the Coonan technique. Several stab wounds and then one fatal to the kidneys." He said pulling the switchblade out of his pocket. "Vulcan would you like to do the honors?"
"Yes, sir." Vulcan said taking the switchblade.
"Never going to get your hands dirty." I said looking at him straight in the eye. "I thought you said that you would make my death painless."
"I lie." He said thrusting the knife into my abdomen. I gasped in pain, I felt the cool metal slide into my skin. I felt him twist the knife and pull it out. I felt the warm blood start to pour out of the wound. He did this two more times before taking the final blow shoving it into my side. The pain grew larger.
I saw Simmons take out his handkerchief and wipe the knife clean, sliding it back into his pocket. He and my father gave me one last look before turning and walking back to the car.
I felt the pain grow and grow until I started to feel more tired than I was. I felt no pain then. I didn't want to feel. I tried to keep my mind off of it. Thinking of the best thing in the world, Alexis. I thought of the moments we spent together and how much I love her. How much I will always lover her.
I heard sirens grow nearer. I heard gunshots. I heard noting.