“I didn’t come here to steal anything, David.”
I twist and lunge toward the device. The gun goes off and pain races through my body. I don’t even know where the bullet hit me.
I can still hear Caleb repeating the code for Matthew. With a quaking hand I type in the numbers on the keypad.
The gun goes off again. I think I have reached my pain threshold, or possibly it’s just the adrenaline running through me because this time I don’t feel the bullet hit me.
I start to fall, and slam my hand into the keypad on my way down. A light turns on behind the green button. I hear a beep and a churning sound.
As I slide to the floor, my vision blurring, I turn and notice a slumped figure behind David. It’s Caleb, a gun held in his shaking hand. I keep myself awake long enough to hear his last words.
“I’m sorry, Beatrice,” he says, his voice barely audible, “I love you.”
I watch him take his last shaky breath before blacking out.