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"This is Travis Marshall, asking 'what will these creatures do next?'" As the camera was packed away and the van loaded, Travis Marshall cast a bewildered gaze around the street. Manhattan, by ancient tradition, was never a shining city. Litter decorated the sidewalks, condemned buildings were hidden beneath boards of splintering wood, and the beggars of the city roamed the streets in twos and threes. Tonight, however, the street the evening news had focused on was more of a disaster zone than usual. Cement was cracked, loose debris was scattered along the sidewalk, growing steadily worse as it got closer to the epicenter of destruction: Gen

Agent Hill thought she had prepared herself for the archer's reaction. She was well aware of his attachment to Romanov, and half-expected him to quite literally shoot the messenger. She was trained to handle shock and bewilderment and at least a dozen different established patterns of violent traumatic response, to incapacitate the threat if necessary, if he posed a danger to himself or the situation in his response. But what he did was completely unexpected. He did not freeze in shock and surprise, nor did he snap into a violent rage or become bewildered. He simply set his face in a hard-lined grimace of determination and was gone, running o