Epilogue: Thus Always to Tyrants

(CHRIS)

The rocket launcher back in its wrack, Richard's shotgun on the deck plates of the chopper in front of him, Chris felt like he could finally catch his breath. It had been a long night, but it was finally over.

Barry had climbed into the co-pilot's seat. Ordinarily Chris would've been there, but he was exhausted. If Brad couldn't get them home on his own, then it just wasn't meant to be.

Rebecca and Mat were on the bench opposite him and Jill. They were slumped against each other, eyes closed, their heads resting against one another. Chris couldn't tell if they were asleep or unconscious, but either way he figured they could probably use the rest.

Jill had conked out almost immediately too, as if she'd been holding it together right up until they got onboard the chopper. Her head was resting on his shoulder, and her steady breathing was somehow…relaxing to him. He didn't know what to make of that, and decided he was just too tired to worry about it in any case.

He could see the smoke rising from the destroyed mansion. He knew he ought to feel triumphant, but…

Somehow, he felt like this was only the beginning.

The worst was yet to come.

END

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