Helena stood frozen, staring into the darkness of the holes where Lance's eyes should have been; her heart raced out of control, and she struggled to breathe.

“Your commander is cruel, Banshee,” announced Lance Chase.

She fell to her knees on the cold ground, hands clutching her heart, staring at the wall filled with those terrible, grotesque torture tools. Inevitably, her mind began to imagine her commander, her beloved John, coldly taking one of those tools and tearing ...