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“NOW,” WHISPERED CONGUISE as he pulled a revolver from the table behind him. He slipped it into Jason’s hands. “You’re a better shot than I am.”
Jason took the gun, moving toward the front of their group. The Guards assigned to watch them were busy laughing and telling tales of their bravery as more of Hugh’s army entered the Hall of Truths.
Jason pointed the gun at Trinity and then his hand veered toward Hugh whose long stride had carried him away from the Guard and House Servant who surrounded him like a book jacket.
“What are you doing?” Conguise glanced around. Jason needed to shoot now. Someone would see them soon.
“I can get Hugh,” whispered Jason.
“No. Shoot the Producer. I mean the Servant. Just shoot the female.”
Jason steadied his arm, gun pointed directly at Hugh.
“Listen to me for once. Shoot the Producer.” Conguise’s hands trembled at his sides.
Jason kept the gun pointed on Hugh. He couldn’t let this happen. He wouldn’t lose his chance at vengeance again. He grabbed Jason’s arm and a gunshot rang out.