Webb s Wonderful Web Book 2 ResistancePart 4
Bowen cursed as he ran his grey eyes over his team. 'One of you is a traitor, but which one?' he muttered. Dark thoughts of revenge stirred in Bowen's mind, and his brow tightened into a knot. He snarled, and sliced a knife across the palm of his right hand. Without any emotion, he squeezed his injured hand into a fist, and pumped fresh red blood into a universal bottle. Once filled, he awkwardly tightened the cap, and tied a clean handkerchief around his wound, tying it with his...