“Don’t f*****g move,” she growled, aiming the gun at the man’s head. Lincoln had said never aim for the chest on anyone who looks military. They might be wearing protective Kevlar. A head shot at close range was easier to pull off.
“Easy.” The man wasn’t smiling anymore. “I just want to talk. No one is going to hurt you or the kid.”
“After that little greeting of yours? Yeah, right.” She scowled at him. Every protective instinct she had seemed to have tripled with Ellie nearby. Her hands didn’t even tremble as she held the gun, and she knew they wouldn’t shake if she pulled the trigger.
“We are better than we think we are,” the man said. “This is what we are fighting for, the nobility inside all of us, the purity of our purpose, to save each other.” He repeated her words from her broadc
