I was frozen in place as the successor's voice cut like a razor through the gloomy underground air. His figure loomed in the doorway, his pistol solid and aimed straight at us, his sneer harsh and biting.
"Did you truly believe that you would be saved by hiding in a hole?" He mocked, taking cautious steps forward, each one reverberating in the cramped area.
The first to respond was Lydia. With quick, precise movements, she raised her gun, aiming the barrel directly at his chest. With a steely voice, she said, "I'll put you down where you stand if you take one more step."
The replacement hesitated, cocking his head slightly as though he was taking what she had said into account. He grinned more broadly. "You've got spirit," he remarked in a mocking tone. "I'll give it to you. However, you have no other choices. Too late.
