If Blake could choose another path, then would he take it?
In front of him stood Myles and Asher.
Neither of them moved.
They simply stood there in the dark, shoulder to shoulder, their expressions empty, eyes fixed on him as though they had already accepted whatever choice he would make.
A strange pressure settled over Blake's chest.
'What the hell?'
The words barely left his mouth before something suddenly appeared in his hand.
It was quite heavy, the material was definitely metal.
Blake froze, his eyes lowering slowly.
It was a gun.
'Ack!'
Instinctively, he hurled it away from himself or, at least, he tried to. But the gun didn't leave his hand.
His fingers twitched violently around the grip as panic shot through him. It was like the weapon had fused to his skin, glued to his palm no matter how hard he tried to shake it off.
Disgust crawled up his throat, his breathing growing uneven.
'No, no, get off—'
[ Mission: Kill one of the two people in front of you. ]
