Not enough to kill him instantly, but enough to ensure he wouldn’t be breathing without a tube for the rest of his miserable life. He slumped to the floor, gasping for air that wouldn’t come. I took his gun. I took his radio. I looked at the baby. He was sleeping, unaware that his uncle was dying 3 ft away. One down, I whispered to my son. Five to go.
I dragged Dominic’s body into a supply closet. I took his phone. I sent a text to the group chat. Message from Dominic. Generator is acting up. Need a hand. Send Evan. I waited. 2 minutes later, the door opened again. Dominic. Evan called out. What’s wrong with the damn thing? Evan walked down the stairs. He saw the incubator.
He saw the empty room. He didn’t see me standing in the shadow of the door frame. As he passed me, I struck. A solid blow to the back of the knee to drop him, followed by a sleeper hold. Evan struggled for 4 seconds. Then he went limp. I dragged him into the closet with Dominic. It was getting crowded in there. I had neutralized the two biggest threats, but Victor was still upstairs with Felix, Grant, Ian, Kyle, and the doctor.
