Natalie's voice coiled with malice, thick with cruel delight. "You want her alive? Here's your choice. One of you uses this gun on your own leg. The other takes that knife to your arm. Prove who loves her more. Who's first? Do it well, and I might... just might... let her walk away."
"Stop this, Natalie!" Bruce countered, his voice cold and steady, a last attempt at control.
Rebecca's cry was frantic, cracking with terror. "Don't listen! She's rigged to explode! None of us was ever getting out of here alive!" Tears brimmed, spilling over.
Her words still hung in the air when another voice cut through, calm and final. "Alright."
It was Samuel. His expression solidified into grim resolve. In one fluid motion, he bent, seized the pistol from the concrete, and without a second's pause, pre
