>>19386744Ash's face, at an instant, in a moment no longer than the snap of a finger, hardens into a glare.
>Now you know I'll go through whoever I must to get to you.>You WILL run out before I'm done.Ash gazes down at Carmody, face devoid of any soft feelings.
Romero, once her coach, feels no pity. Not even an ounce.
She walks up the ramp, past medical staff, and makes her exit.