"Maxwell Cameron, come with us!" Anna Jadwin looked at Maxwell Cameron's retreating back, a sense of foreboding enveloping her.
Every meeting with Maxwell Cameron had been too short... as ephemeral as a dream.
Wayne Bailey climbed the rope ladder holding Anna Jadwin, "I owe you for this one."
Maxwell Cameron had retreated to the brink, the pistol still pressed firmly to his head, "After I die, give the crystal to her."
"Maxwell Cameron—" Anna Jadwin cried out in horror!
"Don't let her see me, evacuate quickly," Maxwell Cameron said coolly, his smile eerie and enigmatic.
Locke immediately raised the tranquilizer gun to shoot Maxwell Cameron's hand—
"Maxwell Cameron, don't do this!!!!!!!!!!"
Anna Jadwin's head was pressed against Wayne Bailey's palm, and as the gunshot sounded, her world seemed to shatter.
The rope ladder was pulled up by the pilot, and Anna Jadwin struggled frantically, being stuffed into the airplane.
"Wayne Bailey—let go of me—"
