Joanne took several deep breaths to steel her nerves.
She wrapped her hands around the mug filled with hot liquid. The warmth, which bordered on burning discomfort, was the only thing keeping her awake. Joanne really didn't want to go to sleep.
Jo hated to seem like some weakling. Generally, she considered herself unflappable and capable of keeping her bearings in a crisis.
In the army, Joanne had seen her share of atrocities. It had numbed her to it, for better or worse.
But she doubted that she had ever seen so many people get shot in the back all at once. If she had, her brain had blocked out the memory to protect her sanity.
She wanted something like that to happen again. Maybe then she would know what to do with herself.
The Prime Minister rushed them away swiftly after the incident, citing the need for cleanup as the reason why.
