Chapter 142

"I'll die before I ever do that," one of the others respond -- he is an older gentleman, with salt and pepper colored hair but angry brown eyes. I study him silently. "Then so be it." I declare, and I motion to Liam to take care of that situation. He does, and only one man is willing to essentially betray Beckett for his life. Perhaps it is a self-serving motive, but a smart decision atlas. I give the same directions that I gave to Kieran, but the man is terribly injured and is practically cradling his gashed stomach that I doubt he will last long enough. Not with the serum in his system, as it disables him from being able to heal at an accelerated rate. He'll die before they reach it. Kieran recognizes this as he passes me. We share a silent look and Liam also knows, as he gives a swift pat to Kieran's shoulder as he passes. It leaves us alone with Beckett; the last standing man. And the one that will likely never surrender. I like to argue with