The morning after, we were on the Columbia University campus by 9 AM for Elliot's biochemistry exam.
I was watching from the library, staying on the second floor, which gave me a clear view of the lecture hall entrance. My weapon was concealed under my jacket, and my earpiece was connected to Tony's command center.
My heart pounded so hard that I could hear it... my brother was being used as bait. And I deliberately put him in danger to end this war.
What kind of sister does that?
Last night, during the video call with Elliot. I had to tell him, and I had to be honest.
"They will be targeting you tomorrow during your exam. The remaining four students."
Elliot's face was on screen, analytical and processing what I had just told him.
"And your plan?"
"We use you as bait to draw them out, capture or kill them, and end this permanently."
There was a long pause, then he asked. "What's the statistical success rate?"
And I knew only my brother, Elliot, would ask that.
