Thirty-Five
Hannah emerged from the morgue, having said a private farewell to the man who had been the closest thing to a father she had ever known. Almost immediately she was caught up in a flood of wardens. They filled the hallways, hurrying in every direction, weapons at the ready. Hannah’s overburdened heart sank even further. Clearly this flurry of activity meant no one had been able to talk sense into Captain Wilson.
From what Justice had told Daniel, a group called the Legion were hell-bent on making sure she wouldn’t survive to dispense justice to the world. This group had to be the ones behind both the attacks and the disappearance of Justice and her bodyguard. But the captain wouldn’t listen to reason, and each member of the Ward was trained to follow orders whether they agreed
