Chapter 16 - Flight - Part 2
Boros counted three bodies as he hauled Greco towards his sister. She was moving quickly towards the crack in the wall and had already vaulted it before they caught up to her last kill. Blood was still soaking through his clothes, black as oil, where the controlled burst of fire had torn through his midsection. The other two had been similarly dispatched. He couldn’t grasp his head around just how his sister had gone from screaming at the sight of the first person to attempt rounding the corner to level-headed killer shooting consistent, tight bursts center mass. Especially while Greco, the hero from the day before, was a catatonic vegetable. It had taken Boros up until now to realize that the politician had not only wet himself, but voided his bowels. He was disgusted by the man all ove
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