“Sir?” Wyatt looked confused.
“Are you deaf?” snarled Lockman. “I said, GET OUT!”
Some people jumped. Jonah frowned at the man. The one-eighty was rather jarring. And by the looks on their faces, Wyatt and the other guy thought so as well.
“Yes sir,” said Wyatt uncertainly, and left. Lockman checked the door, and then returned his gaze to the group.
There had been a transformation in his face. The triumph was replaced by something that was almost primal. It looked beyond anger, beyond even rage.
“As for you not doing anything,” he rasped, “you have no idea how accurate that is, Katoa. But that is only half of you people's story. You run around, flouting the moral fabric of good, unsuspecting people. That's no problem. Your pulchritude is on full display when you do it.”
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