Tess noticed the change the instant she exited the restroom (where she’d vomited profusely from stress and fear): the distant red fountains, the hellish light—the fact that Coup was no longer in the room. That several people were no longer in the room.
“What—what’s happening?” she said, watching the volcanoes erupt, “And where’s Coup?” She looked around, scanning everyone’s faces, including the President’s, who only stared back at her, showing no signs of emotion.
At last Ashley stepped forward and said, “They—they’re outside. In the Mustang. They—they went out to get someone ... and were attacked. Elliott and Cameron were killed instantly.”
“Oh, my ...” said Tess, covering her mouth. She moved toward the windows. “Are the others all right? Why haven’t they come back in?” She tried to s
