popDarce admired her for a moment, careful not to get caught doing it. Nic had a hair-trigger temper and no issues with trying to take down a member of her own squad. Sometimes he wondered where all her rage came from, then he remembered how they’d been made into what they were, and the pieces all fit into place.
If he thought too much about it, all the anger and bitterness locked somewhere deep inside tried to escape and overwhelm him. The difference between him and Nic, hell Nic and most of the squad, was that they didn’t let it. They preferred to live in the here and now, and play the hand life had dealt them.
Today, despite the fact they were about to face down a horde of re-animates, Darce felt as if he’d hit the jackpot.
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Should he have given her a gun? Jack didn’t have long
