Her smile was warm and cool, devoid of any irony; instead, it carried a faint self-mocking undertone.
Maple Swallow glanced at her a few times before turning away to give an order to a subordinate, instructing someone to take Norris Moore to the car to check her temperature.
Norris Moore didn't move, simply turning her head to look behind her. Maple's people had entered the house and were carrying Trenton Smith out of the civilian building.
She just stood there, motionless, her eyes slightly widened as she watched Trenton Smith being loaded into the ambulance they had brought.
Norris Moore stood in place for quite a while.
It's over, she thought. It's finished.
She didn't feel much of anything in her heart. Perhaps she was too numb from the pain. Norris Moore raised her hand and vigorously wiped her icy face. Then she followed Maple's people into another vehicle.
