I will rise.I will rise.I will rise.It had a different meaning now.

That's your currency, isn't it? Souls. You have plenty right here. I won't give you mine.

What was left?A man he didn't know.

Something dark inside of him vied for dominance.

He didn't want to face that monster, to become one who hunted and killed.

The setting reminded him of the haunting images from Chernobyl--dishes on the table, food half-eaten. TV playing in the front room. Playgrounds emptied. This was...wrong. Ominously, eerily wrong.

She had killed people for a living, left others devastated, and now she had a personal vendetta against the car in front of her."You do realize it's a crime to plan assassinations in the school drop-off line, right?

Nothing to see here. I'm not the rogue operator you're gunning for.

He'd never killed a woman in cold blood before, but now was as good a time as any.