"No," I said, shaking my head. "I want to be there."
"No, you don't. You don't want to see that." Derek's eyes were gentle, but filled with pain. "I'm sorry you had to see the other one die."
Quickly, the thought of the twitching insurgent dying silently on the ground filled my mind. "Derek, you can't protect me from this. Not from everything. I'm tougher than you think."
A half smile lit his lips as he looked at me with pride. "I know," Derek said, pulling me close.
"I'll go relieve Jada," I replied, pulling away. "I'm sure she's tired of guard duty. Everyone else has had a break but her."
"No, you stay here," Derek said. "I'll go."
"No, I'm going, too."
Derek nodded then took my hand into his. Together, we walked down the hallway, leaving Carlos and Trevor to sort out the details.
