Chapter 10 - The Surgeon's Cut
A shadow dropped from the loft above.
Claire landed silently on Marcus’s shoulders, wrapping her legs around his neck.
In her right hand, she held a scalpel.
With surgical precision, she drove the blade into the junction of Marcus’s neck and shoulder—severing the brachial plexus nerve.
Marcus screamed, a horrific, gargling sound, as his right arm instantly went limp.
The gun dropped from his fingers.
I surged upward, sweeping his legs out from under him. He crashed hard onto the wooden floorboards.
Claire rolled off him smoothly, standing at the ready, the bloody scalpel still in hand.
Marcus writhed on the floor, clutching his paralyzed shoulder, staring at Claire in absolute horror.
"Who... what are you?" he gasped.
"I'm the maid," Claire said, wiping the blade on her jeans. "You missed a spot on the floor."
I walked over to my dropped pistol, picked it up, and stood over my former best friend.
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The remaining mercenaries outside had gone quiet. They had either fled or Claire had dealt with them.
The siege was over.
