Maya exhaled audibly as she stared at the body of the man she had just finished killing. Before her, bodies lay on the floor and she could see Shelbrooke and Reyns looking at her in admiration.

"I have a request to make, however," Shelbrooke said and she glanced at him.

"What request?" She asked still shaken from the fight. This was weird. She never got weak, no matter how many people she killed, and it dawned on her. Her time was up.

"Remove your cover," Shelbrooke said.

"What?" Maya exclaimed.

"We need to see your face." Reyns chipped in and she felt all their gazes on her at once.

What...