Chapter 70
Kier clutched the tube in his hand, noting the burning fuse. He had time to snuff it out, to stop this effort by the young man. Or he could toss it back to where it came from and eliminate the targets who had so plagued him.
But he knew who was ultimately at fault.
He turned back to Ferhat and Tissot and the flanking soldiers.
He remembered the cardinal’s words a moment ago: I will share the resources and assets of the Confrérie—who will never learn of today’s treachery. To cover up his betrayal of the Brotherhood, Tissot would never let Keir leave this cavern alive.
He had already accepted this fate.
But providence had granted him a gift. While it wasn’t a reprieve from death, it was a means of revenge.
He flung his arm toward his former allies, letting the charge fly. Rounds pelted his body in an attempt to stop him, but the barrage came too late. His Kevlar vest and helmet protected him long enough to see the horror writ across the cardinal’s face and the rare panic in the captain’s eyes.
Then his world exploded.