"There."
We watched the bus pull away from the private airport.
Missi was giggling like mad, unable to hold it.
Carlos was smoking, as always.
James was muttering on about how to kill the kids.
Ivan was silent, just staring as the bus disappeared.
Me? Well, I was playing with the dagger in my hand.
Could I really do it? Kill a crying child? Show no mercy?

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