Manuel followed Miguel, shadowing his brother and keeping Quinn clear as Miguel climbed the turret. He followed his brother up the tower, wanting as much as his twin to put an end to those who attacked their home.
When he reached the top, worry replaced his slow burning anger. His brother seemed to be gripped in some kind of insanity, eyes bulging from their sockets, face deep red, spittle flying from his lips as he grasped the handles of the weapon. Manuel was about to reach for him when the panel lit up and showed him something he wasn't expecting.
Without stopping to think, he turned on his brother. His strong hands engulfed Miguel's and pulled him back away from the handles just as his brother's thumbs tried to engage the weapon. The smaller twin screamed and thrashed, but Manuel lif
