Hector took aim again, firing into his heart. To go from instructing safety to killing a civilian was an inescapable drop, and one he handled with composed control. With the vagrant neutralized, Hector immediately turned his attention to the entry, knowing that the gunfire would lead the enemy to his position. And it had. Except it was not a foreign rival that he saw. It was one of his comrades. Relief came. Followed by alarm. A ribbon of scarlet dripped from his comrade’s nose. An unfamiliar depth laid behind his eyes of one driven beyond madness. Even though the soldier’s movements were
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