KAMARA"Turn around, Jace," I hissed, the weight of the compact pistol suddenly feeling like a mountain in my hands. "Turn around and look at what you’ve made me, Jace. Look at the girl you left in the ruins."He turned. Slowly. His movements were devoid of the panic that was currently consuming every other soul in this building. When he finally faced me, his mask was gone, discarded somewhere in the chaos. "Stay the fuck where you are," I spat, my voice cracking as the rage surged back, hot and acidic. "One step, Jace. Give me one reason.""You shouldn't be here, Kamara," he said. His voice was flat, stripped of the warmth. "This hall is a kill zone. Oscar’s men have the blueprints. In sixty seconds, they’ll be flushing this level with gas and lead. Go back to Silas. Now.""Is that your tactical advice?" I laughed, a sharp, hysterical sound that echoed off the metal walls. "You think I’m still taking orders from you? I’m here for answers, Jace. And I’m not leaving until I get them."
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