Businesswoman Chapter 361

Set scrambling, the Collectivists piled into their luxury vehicle, the latest Goulding.

“What they’re planning to do is make it so we don’t get close to the officials,” Socialista didn’t even bother to buckle her seatbelt in the front of the car. Common Man and Fascinder each fastened theirs. They ran red lights and flew through stop signs. With no concern for their own or anyone else's safety.

“I don’t like how you’re not pushing it,” Socialista screeched.

“What are you talking about?! I’m whipping this thing!” Common Man growled.

“Look, both of you just shut up. We’re going to have to get there before they reach the airport,” Fascinder snapped.

Then, a bus careened into their car at a low speed. Socialista’s body launched through the windshield. She lay motionless for a long time. Next, she started coughing. Common Man and Fascinder leapt from the vehicle. They ran to her side. Fascinder looked around as everyone had been videoing the incident. A few people called the first responders.

“Go ahead and stare, we don’t care!” He yelped around him. Socialista had not damaged any major organs but did show signs of bruising and cuts and scrapes.

“You two go on without me,” she instructed in a small, hurt voice.

“You don’t worry about the mission. We’re going to finish it. You’re going to the hospital.” A trickle of blood from her mouth glistened in the afternoon sun. “Make sure you stop them. Or else, all of this will be in vain.”

Common Man nodded in agreement. “You’re going to be alright.”

The wail from the ambulance and the fire trucks rang like bells from a church. The two men ensured that Socialista remained secure in the wagon before they left. With a faint wave, she signaled signs of life.