Connor

I rushed over to Leo’s body, staggering in the tilting hallway as I ran.

He was lying face-up on the ground, a pool of blood spreading out beneath him on the floor.

He saw me coming. Tried weakly to lift his AR-15 –

I put two more rounds in him with my .45.

BLAM BLAM.

He lay still after that.

Adrenaline coursed through me like a drug, sharpening my senses while making everything unreal.

I felt sick. I had just killed a man. I had just taken a life.

He was a traitor, yes, and someone who was planning to hand me over to be killed – but still, I felt queasy.

Lily.

She was all that mattered. I pulled myself together.

“Nice shooting,” Eve said in my ear. “Oh ye of little faith.”

“What?” At first I thought she meant something about me doubting my abilities to shoot someone, which didn’t make any sense.

“You thought I was a turncoat? AGAIN?”

“Oh,” I said sheepishly. “Sorry about that.”

“Hmph. We’ll talk later. Go down the hallway the way you were originally heading – there’s a half-dozen g