Milton Buck hesitated for a moment. He contemplated denying it, but there was clearly no point.
“Does Tracy know?”
“No. She thinks it was an accident. The truth would kill her.”
Milton Buck glared at Jeff defiantly. “What do you want? An apology? Well you won’t get one. Not from me. My job is to defend America, Stevens. To prot
ect our national interests. My mission was to neutralize the threat of Group 99, at the time a global treat to economic stability. We believed Tracy was a direct link to Althea. We needed her to do her duty. But she refused. Repeatedly. So I did my duty. Sometimes that means making tough decisions. And yes, sometimes it means people have to die.”
Jeff paused for a long time. Then he nodded, lowering his gun. “You’re right.”
Milton Buck frowned. This was not at all what he’d expected. “What?”
“I said you’re right.” Jeff smiled. “Sometimes people do have to die.”
Raising his arm, Jeff fired two bullets between Milton Buck’s eyes.
Then he turned and walked away.