I ran. I didn’t know what else to do. The canister I thought was just a flash bang or a smoke bomb turned out to be a cleverly-disguised grenade, one I didn’t recognize. There were at least three bodies, not counting the scumbag I’d been chasing.

    My feet pounded pavement and I tried to focus on their rhythm, instead of the horror and carnage behind me. The destruction I’d just caused. I licked my lips and immediately wanted to throw up, the coppery taste of blood – someone else’s – on my tongue, dominating all my senses. I stopped to retch and kept moving.

    I thought of Caleb again, probably sound asleep at home, a comic book forgotten on his bed and his mouth hanging open as he snored. There was a high chance I&rsquo...

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