Chapter Fifty-One
‘Shoot,’ Sophia rasped, her voice barely audible.
Benito was pressed flat against the wall, Browning pistol held in shaking hands.
It took great effort for Sophia to turn her head to see the shocktrooper. He was free of the graphite cloud, striding the final twenty meters. He slipped a new magazine into his pistol and dropped to both knees. Sophia waited for him to fire two rounds into her. To end it all.
Then she noticed something peculiar. Well, peculiar was an understatement. Half his face was missing. Benito had managed to kill him with one shot.
Benito dropped the pistol and wrenched her inside before the blast door could crush her legs. The last she saw of the shocktrooper was him collapsing face-first. His skull was ragged and cerise.
Sophia rolled onto her s
