The wind hurled snow through my hair as I stared into the eyes of the devil.
Callahan stared right back.
His bloodshot eyes burned through the blizzard, unblinking, a crooked grin slowly carving its way across his face.
Beside me, I heard the snow crunch.
Lila shifted her footing.
Not enough for anyone else to notice.
Enough for me.
She was getting ready.
Behind us, muffled by the wind, voices echoed through the whiteout.
"Spread out!"
"Find them!"
Huxley.
Looks like he really did mind that I left.
Of course he did.
Callahan tilted his head, keeping the pistol trained squarely at my chest.
"Don't seem like you got any more tricks up your sleeve now, do ya, soldier boy?"
I didn't answer.
I just watched him.
Every movement.
Every breath.
Every tiny mistake.
His trigger finger wasn't steady.
It trembled.
Only slightly.
Most people would've missed it.
I didn't.
The cold had gotten into him.
His shoulders were tighter than normal.
