She almost warns the girl away. Were she anyone else Adele might have. But they'd had their warning, Archie is bleeding at her feet and she is in no mood for diplomacy. She's cold. She's angry. And right now she has an acceptable target.

It's as easy as it was before to follow the line of movement. Aim. Squeeze the trigger and watch the girl's forehead burst in a splatter of blood, bone, and brain. Her last bullet for a damn good cause- and more than enough time for her to pull a knife from her pocket and push forward. Keep them out of the kitchen, keep Archie safe.

"I said OUT!"