daily – 78


“He’s killing people!”

I fumble and cough my way back upright, turning slightly to see Reynolds almost on me again, but he’s facing away. Against the wall, the young Interpol officer clutches his cliptop like a shield in front of his chest.

In the doorway, Hampton jabs an angry finger at Reynolds and then away. “Stop! Step back right now!”

“But he-”

Hampton moves in quickly, pressing Reynolds away from me as much by his hand as by his command. I try to stand up, to apologize, but I’m still barely catching my breath.

Reynolds’ arm shoots out over Hampton’s own. “Look! They’re dying!”