Sarah sat in the stolen Division vehicle. Her hands gripped the steering wheel so tight the metal bent.
Beside her, Francis watched carefully. "Sarah. You need to calm down."
"Calm down? Our home was destroyed. Our friends are dead. Our daughter is alone in Canada. And you want me to calm down?"
"I want you to focus. We need to capture Vale. If we fail, all those deaths mean nothing."
Sarah knew he was right. But the anger was overwhelming. Consuming. She wanted to hurt someone. Wanted to make the Division pay for everything they had done.
"How much further?" Diana asked from the back seat.
"Twenty miles to Washington DC. Another ten to Vale's location." Francis checked the GPS Mitchell had given them. "She has a meeting at the Pentagon in three hours. That is when we strike."
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