Anarchy Update!
“What time will the police get there?” he asked.
“Sunset,” Eskel said, glancing out at the sun sinking in the distance. “We’ve got about thirty minutes to get inside before SWAT makes their way in.”
“Did Louie state where in the house Havoc is?”
“Not to my knowledge. He could be on either floor of the house.”
Geralt grunted and turned his attention to the rest of the people in the van. “Then we split up–Eskel and Yennefer will go through the second floor from the roof. Aiden, Lambert, and I will secure the bottom floor.”
As he spoke, he methodically checked each of the weapons he’d recovered from the small storage unit in the Tower. The familiarity of the process soothed the ragged edges of his control at the prospect of what lay ahead of them.
“We’ll need to work fast to secure Havoc before the police approach if we want answers,” Aiden said. “Avoid firing your weapons to keep them from having an excuse to breach.”
Yennefer flicked away an invisible speck of lint. “Why let the police in at all? They’re likely to fuck this up for us.”
“We can’t afford to turn the Council against us,” Eskel told her. “Not when they’re hunting the same people as we are.”
“It would be faster if you’d just let us solve this.”
“Fuck your war–they deserve to pay for what they’ve done.”
Geralt stared out the window as Lambert drove them through the expensive neighborhoods at the edge of the city. Once upon a time, Geralt might have been bitter that a criminal would live in such splendor, but that outrage was nothing compared to the hollow fury brewing in his chest. He thought of what it would feel like to finally wrap his hands around the throat of the man who’d taken Jaskier from him.
He imagined what it would feel like to watch the life leave his eyes.
Whatever elation such a thing might provide in the moment, it would not be enough to fill the emptiness inside of him. After washing the blood from his hands, he would still be without a home. There could be no home without Jaskier.