He was almost home. The cold air had numbed his hands and face, but
could not numb the guilt and pain. He had hated Liam; he had resented him
for not being implanted, for being spared that hell when he had not been;
and for getting along so well with the Taelon he was protecting. Liam and
Da'an had been friends, whereas Zo'or never treated Sandoval as anything
other than a subordinate. Sandoval had wanted Liam dead, and Liam had known
that.
Another tear traced a hot trail down his frozen cheek. His son went to his death knowing that his own father hated him and wanted him dead. Nothing could end the torment of guilt, except.
Sandoval opened the door to his apartment, knowing what he would do. He kept an old service revolver from his days in the FBI, a reminder of his former life. The one the CVI had taken from him. So many regrets. and he couldn't fix any of them. But there was one way to end the torment.
He picked up the gun. It was as cool and hard as his heart had been when he'd tormented Liam. 'This will be over soon.'
Practical as always, he aimed the revolver in the way it would do the most damage, putting the barrel in his mouth, angled toward the base of his skull. He hesitated for just a second.
'I will never know him the way I should have,' he thought, 'I let time fly, and now it is gone, and so is my son.'
He pulled the trigger.
Another tear traced a hot trail down his frozen cheek. His son went to his death knowing that his own father hated him and wanted him dead. Nothing could end the torment of guilt, except.
Sandoval opened the door to his apartment, knowing what he would do. He kept an old service revolver from his days in the FBI, a reminder of his former life. The one the CVI had taken from him. So many regrets. and he couldn't fix any of them. But there was one way to end the torment.
He picked up the gun. It was as cool and hard as his heart had been when he'd tormented Liam. 'This will be over soon.'
Practical as always, he aimed the revolver in the way it would do the most damage, putting the barrel in his mouth, angled toward the base of his skull. He hesitated for just a second.
'I will never know him the way I should have,' he thought, 'I let time fly, and now it is gone, and so is my son.'
He pulled the trigger.