Adam watched frozen in horror from behind the corner of the wall. The two bodies of the mother and her young daughter lay motionless on the cold floor of the corridor.
His mind was a blank slate a canvas of pure unprocessed shock. He couldn't think. He couldn't move. He had tried to save the mother only to watch the daughter die.
He had tried to intervene only to watch them both be slaughtered. He had failed. Twice. In the span of a few fleeting seconds he had failed completely. The professional ruthlessness of these men was something he had not been prepared for. They were a different breed from the thugs and corrupt cops he had faced before. They were a different level of threat entirely. Their actions were precise efficient and devoid of any human emotion.
Before he could even begin to formulate a plan before he could even decide what his next move should be he heard the sound of frantic footsteps pounding down the stairs.
It was Sophia.
