He was still a ways up, taking his time. She had to move now, while it was two instead of three. Vera Ochre wouldn’t be following them down. Ochre had turned his company into a shell of itself, a corrupt and inhumane entity, all so his wife wouldn’t ever have to touch the ground. No, Vera Ochre was high above. She and Harp had to take out three men. Because Bovine and the other agents weren’t here yet. If Ochre overpowered them, nobody would be around to tell the world what Ochre had planned, and a vaccine would hit the streets in a few weeks that would wipe out half the population of landers. They had to get the evidence to Mother. The gun in Harp’s face didn’t waver. She wanted to call out, but terror for him tightened her throat, and she didn’t want the guards to remember she was here. This was where it’d all end, and she was determined that it would end with Harp and Merry whole and safe, even if she had to sacrifice herself to make it so. She took it all in.
