Hours later Morgan still hadn't appeared. She wouldn't put it past him to stay away and make her come back on purpose. The whole time she sat perched on the bar stool, Rose argued in her mind, going in circles. She wanted to help her family. Prevent the bomb from going off. But she also didn't want to assist their so-called conquerors in any way. At what stage was she a collaborator?
When the tall man with the leather jacket paid for his drinks and walked to the door, she stood and left. Two men got up and followed her, and she had no doubt about their intentions. Outside she turned and sighed when she saw them right behind her. The way they looked at her made her skin crawl.
"This will not end well for you," she warned.
"It will end very well - " His eyes widened and then he crumpled to the floor. His friend joined him half a second later.