Forty-Eight
The air was thick with the scent of blood as Marcus stepped closer to the cell holding Justice.
‘Leave her alone,’ said Jackson.
‘You’re in no position to be giving orders, Kyle.’ Marcus wore a malevolent smirk.
‘You’re not taking her.’ Jackson released Justice’s hand, balling his into fists. She was his to kill. His to save.
‘Accept the inevitable, freak. You can’t save her this time.’ Marcus grinned. ‘Come sunrise tomorrow she will be sacrificed, judgment unmade. The world goes to hell, we take over, and there’s not a damn thing you can do to stop it.’
Cole Dillon stepped out of the guardroom, shaking his head. ‘I couldn’t find the keys.’
Marcus frowned, eyes scanning the room. The frown cleared when he spotted Anderson’s body on the floor. ‘Search the lieutenant.’
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