I gasp as I hear someone scream and can’t help but spin to look – to see what the hell is going on –
There, on the floor – Brent, his leg twisted unnaturally behind him, still raising his gun and working to aim when a Beta –
I scramble backwards on the couch, pushing my boys behind me, doing everything I can to block them as I watch the Beta move forward and knock the gun from Brent’s hand, kneeling down on his shoulder to incapacitate him and waving to people at the door behind him –
Suddenly, two more men enter the room, guns held at the ready, sweeping the room to ascertain the threats against them. One man stands taller than the other – his helmet gone, I can see the dark sheen of his hair as he steps forward –
“Stop,” my father commands, and my head spins to look at him –
To
