“Ok then, you can secede from Geogen.” Bree smiled as she pressed the muzzle to the back of her head. “As you said, killing a city official is a crime—but it seems Geogen law does not apply here anymore.”
Tracey’s fists balled up—but she was shaking. A few bad decisions later, one after another, brought her to this point; she thought about crawling away, but her leg was charred; another idea was to alert the secretary, but he wasn’t near; the adrenaline wore off, and she could feel every single injury she had gained from the fight.
“I want to see your face,” Bree said. “Think about fleeing, and I will kill you right here in your own office.”