Lukas' face showed a level of determination that even surprised Amelia.
She had seen many people in desperate situations before—criminals, victims, killers—but she had rarely seen a face like that. It wasn't panic. It wasn't rage alone.
It was absolute decision.
Behind her, Lars felt a chill crawl down his spine. He tried to keep his gun steady, but a knot of fear had settled in his chest.
Amelia, however, remained calm.
She had lived through situations like this many times during her previous jobs.
Slowly, carefully, Amelia began to step forward.
Lukas' eyes locked onto her immediately.
"Don't come any closer!" he shouted suddenly.
"Or I'll blow her brains out!"
Vivian struggled to breathe, the barrel of the gun still pressing against her lips. Tears streamed down her face, her body trembling uncontrollably.
The three men standing beside Lukas raised their weapons, aiming directly at Amelia and Lars.
Amelia lifted one hand slightly.
