The gunshot echoed through the command center.
Vance stood frozen, his Sig still smoking. His father lay on the floor, blood pooling beneath him. His eyes were open, staring at the ceiling.
"Dad?"
No response.
"Dad, get up."
Nothing.
Vance fell to his knees beside his father's body. Elias's chest was still. His eyes were fixed on something Vance couldn't see.
"No. No, no, no."
Echo was at his side, her hand on his shoulder. "Vance, he's gone."
"He can't be gone. He can't."
"He's gone. I'm sorry."
Vance stared at his father's face. The man who had raised him. The man who had betrayed him. The man who had loved him.
The man he had just killed.
Vance's hands were shaking. His whole body was shaking. He couldn't stop it.
"Vance, we need to go," Echo said. "The bunker is going to
