The guard groaned as she landed hard on her gun, and there was another burst of gunfire. Glory jumped backwards as the body underneath her exploded with blood and bullets. She groaned as she felt the burning pain of two bullets entering her body. Glory felt sick. All she had done was tackle her, and now her well-trained body was just a pulpy mess on Glory’s living room floor. The room quietened now. Dans took two steps forward into the centre of the room and cast a quick glance at Glory.
“Are you alright?” he asked tersely. Glory nodded. She was afraid if she spoke she might spit up some blood and he would know she was lying. But he had more important things to do first, before she could get her wounds looked at. Dans strode over to where Troy lay groaning against the wall. He picked him up by his shirt and pushed him hard against the wood.
“Now,” said Dans, his voice made of ice, “where is my daughter?” Troy laughed, a little half laugh cut short by a racking cough that brought up a load of blood.
“She’s not here,” he said shortly, “she was, but she got away. Blew up half the god damned house doing it, too. That’s a quite a girl you’ve got there. You’d be proud.”
“Why did you do this Troy? Why was it that important that I be put out of the way?” Troy shrugged.
“Sorry mate, no hard feelings, but I’m not telling you squat,” his voice was getting fainter now, as the life ebbed out of his body, “I suppose you’ll just have to figure that one out on your own.” Dans lowered his head as Troy’s body went numb in his hands, and he lowered it slowly to the floor.
“Dans, Glory?” called Nat out the front, “We’re coming in. Please don’t shoot us!” The three of them came into the room, looking around at the carnage in dismay.
“Did you find your Dana?” Nat asked Dans anxiously.
“No,” said Dans, “Troy said she left last night, she got away. Don’t know where she is now.”
“I found her suitcase in the barn,” said Fenton, “I think she might have been coming to visit you.” Dans swore.
“How did she even know where I was? I didn’t even tell her mother.”
“Definitely… she sounds like… she takes after you…” said Glory. She giggled and slipped against the wall, leaving a trail of blood behind her as she was dragged down by the weight of her own body.
“Glory!” yelled Dans. And then everything went dark for her.