While Elara and Kaela fought, and Ethan jumped off to God knew where, Mark had been doing his best to stay out of trouble. He had taken up position in a watchtower on the corner of the compound, the same place Elara had left him earlier. From there, he could keep himself away from the main fighting while everyone else dealt with the remaining enemies.
It had seemed like the safest option.
At least, it had until two of the armed racists spotted the man that stood out like a sore thumb, watching the action from above. One of them slowed as he approached, his expression twisting with disgust.
"To think they even brought a dirty black with them."
Mark's jaw tightened.
But the racist and abhorrent remark was the least of his worries, as the second man was already reaching for his rifle.
