In all the years he’d been curator of The Country Club, this kind of thing had never happened. He’d never even heard of it happening in the past. He sat down and stared up at the screens, trying to figure out how this all had happened. There was pounding on the control room door. He tried to ignore it until gunshots sounded, blowing the knob off. It swung open to reveal Brett standing there. “Hello Brett,” Dominic said. “Hi Dominic.” “You’re going to kill me I take it?” “Looks like I don’t have much choice.” There was a girl with him, one of the blogger kids they had captured. The top of her head had been skinned, with tufts of hair sticking out from the side of her head. “Fuckin’ shoot his ass!” the girl said. “She’s right. Shoot me.”
