Amy shuddered as she recalled several friends who had been shredded by CSA weapons, their flesh peeling off their bones, then burned to ash as she watched in horror. And Argos standing beside her, a sly grin on his lips as his police force murdered her friends. The choking stench of burnt flesh still filled her nostrils, accompanied by the wisps of charred remains carried by the wind, created by the swirling fires that seemed to invade every orifice of her body and cling to her clothing for days after.
Amy's eyes flitted to Lamp, who had yet to arise; then she stumbled out of the cave mouth, walking toward the two heavily armed police troopers with their weapons trained on her.
Her breath caught in her throat when she saw Argos, dressed in his usual head-to-toe black clothing. His should
