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A single figure stepped through it, and just like she’d planned, Teresa didn't hesitate.
With a smooth slashing motion, she lifted the scalpel high and then brought it down, aiming for the person’s neck. The sharpness of the blade was perfect for slicing through the skin there, and a single cut at the carotid artery would sever it and leave the person bleeding out, unable to be saved.
Unprepared for an attack, believing that she was still unconscious on the bed and that William was watching over her, the female surgeon was an easy target.
One slice and it was done.
Blood squirted out, then began to stream down the woman’s neck.
Shock widened her eyes, and her hands flew to her wound as her gaze landed on Teresa.
The woman tried to speak but couldn’t. She stumbled and then fell.
Dying.
Teresa had killed her.
Knowing it was either her or them didn't stop the nausea churning in her gut. She’d taken a human life.
Fighting against the nausea, knowing that she couldn’t dwell on what she’d just done because there was more danger waiting for them out there, she turned to William and nodded at the door.
Together they crept out of it, and as she walked slowly along the corridor, Teresa prayed that Prey would hurry up and arrive because she wasn't sure that she and William could kill enough people on their own to survive.
May7th
12:25 P.M.
Watchingthe torn pieces of paper flutter toward the ocean below was oddly cathartic.
Micah knew it wasn't really wiping the slate clean and having a fresh start, but it felt like it was.
There was always going to be his choices between them. Even if Teresa did want to give him a second chance, things would never be exactly the way they’d been in the past, the way they could have been if he hadn't messed everything up.
But they could still be good. The two of them could still be happy together. He would love her with every fiber of his being, and he would support her for the rest of their lives. He’d take care of her the way he always should have, and they could build the family they’d once planned.
Actions had consequences, and both he and Teresa had been living out the ones that came with his choice for too long now. It was time for him to step up and be the man Teresa had always deserved.
Seconds later, he jumped from the helo. It was something he’d done dozens of times before. Usually, he got a rush of adrenaline as he floated through the air, confident in his abilities and those of his team. It was a different team with him today,but he trusted them as much as he trusted his own, and he knew that they could take on whoever was on board that boat and win.
But this time, there was an element of fear he never usually experienced, because he’d never gone into an op with someone he loved in need of rescuing.
Cancelling out that fear was determination.
Never before had a mission been so important.
Vital.
His life had always been tied up with Teresa’s, and he wasn't going to fail his girl ever again.
About halfway between the helo and the softly rolling waves of the sea, something caught his eye. A little scrap of paper caught on a breeze wafting along beside him.
It was pure instinct to reach out and grab it.
Stuffing the small scrap inside his suit, he readied himself to hit the water.
That second where you were thrust deep into the water, momentum propelling you along, had always been his favorite. Obviously, given his career choice, Micah had always loved the ocean, loved the wildness of it, the freedom you felt when becoming part of this massive force of nature. Teresa loved the water, too, and she needed more moments of fun and adventure in her life. Maybe he’d see if she wanted to jump with him one day, or maybe even try out skydiving.
But first, he had to rescue her and bring her safely home.
