By Dez Burke
Kendra struggled to fight down the cold fear settling around her chest and choking off her breath. The Liberators were on their way to kill Flint.
Though she had never knowingly harmed another living creature, she understood in a heartbeat what needed to be done. She moved the safety on both guns to the off position. She already knew they were loaded.
To protect Flint, she would kill.
Without thinking or hesitation.
She glanced around the safe house one last time. Things would never be the same again.
“Let’s get the hell out of here.”