Extract from The Electric Church by Jeff Somers
If I was going to die inside this fucking tomb, it was going to be my decision. I'd been dancing for Marin and Moje and everyone else for too long. I didn't give a fuck about the cash - which I doubted I'd ever see, anyway - I wanted to put a shell into Dennis Squalor's head because I'd come this far and I wasn't going to get stopped now.
I whirled on Ty Kieth. 'Get that fucking door open!'
He swallowed and glanced down at his handheld, pointing it at the door and prodding its screen with his thumb, a practiced smooth gesture. Licking his lips he nodded.