FIFTY-SEVEN
Jackson groaned as consciousness returned. His head ached, throbbing so hard it was all he could focus on for a moment. Then memory hit.
‘Justice.’ He forced his eyes open and found he was lying face down on the ground of the old lab. He turned his head and saw Lieutenant Jensen sprawled out beside him, blood covering his face. He was still, silent.
Was he dead?
Where was Justice?
With another groan, Jackson got his arms beneath him and pushed up onto his knees, dizziness swamping him with the movement, while nausea swirled in his gut. He forced his discomfort aside as he scanned the room.
Justice was lying on her side beside Rona, both of them still clutching the medallion between them. As he got to his feet and stumbled over to Justice, his heart stuttered at the pallor
