Chapter 8The cameraman bolted out of the way just in time. The car plowed through his camera, sending it flying, and would have plowed through him, too, if he'd been a second slower.
I could see Byzantine wouldn't be so lucky. The car was almost upon him as he boosted himself down from his director's chair.
I was already moving before I'd consciously considered what to do. Before I'd had a chance to think about whether to let him die, which after all was what the rebels had sent me there to do.
Action hero mode took hold, and I charged straight at Byzantine. Running as fast as I could, I swept him off his feet and propelled him backward, not sure if we'd get clear in time.
I felt the breeze from the car as it shot past, barely missing us. It came so close, I'm sure we'd have been
