“You won’t shoot me. You need information.” “I can shoot you in the leg,” he sneered, lowering his rifle. Then he crumpled to the ground, a pair of beaten-up shears protruding from his back. The soldier standing behind him gave a cheery wave. “Jesper,” she gasped in relief. “Finally.” “I’m here, too, you know,” said Wylan. The guard with the broken nose moaned from the floor and tried to lift his gun. Inej gave him a good hard kick to the head. He didn’t move again.
