<< The Kill - Nate Vickers >>
2 days later.
Till Atallah strapped the silver daggers Kit had gifted to him the day that they graduated from the Military Academy to his hips and lifted the rifle from the wall of the armoury.
Noah had swapped his usual sniper rifle to the same model of firearm as Till's and held it tightly in his hands, his jaw twitching in displeasure.
"Why is it just you and I? If he can't get hold of Cordy and Ivan then the three of us should be going together." Noah glowered, repeating the same complaint he had voiced to Captain Hunter three times that morning.
Till averted his eyes with a blank expression, "He needs to stay back, there has to be someone here and his mother is away. She's meeting mine at the government building."
'Or maybe he doesn't want to be around you after what you did.' He added internally, turning aside to leave the armoury.
