Trevor chuckled but not in good humor. “The right thing, Gordon?”
“Yes,” Knox answered. “How many casualties at New Winnabow? One hundred?”
The answer lived at the tip of Trevor’s tongue, “One hundred and twenty two.”
“Against ten thousand saved? Not a bad price to pay.”
Stone cocked the slide on his pistol, chambering a new round.
“What a bargain…” Trevor echoed.
Ten thousand saved for the low price of just one soul.
“What are you going to do now, Trevor?”
The Emperor told the man the obvious.
“I’m going to do some more target practice. Have to stay sharp. Have to be ready. A lot more fighting to do.”
Trevor raised the pistol and squeezed the trigger.
A lot more killing.