"No. It says you can't shoot them when you're dead. But it never says you can't touch things. Victor still grabbed the mealboxes just fine," Adam replied, lips curling into a sly smirk. "If you're dead, let your ghost haunt the killer. They can't shoot a ghost anyway."
That was all the squad needed.
Fueled by Adam's words, Squad B2 moved with renewed confidence.
The tactic worked. Flo and Chasey charged at the last enemy, forcing him to scramble backward as the girls closed in, aiming to tear off the shield.
Adam and Rowan locked into position the moment the enemy was cornered.
When Chasey finally yanked off both cushions, paintballs rained down without mercy, hammering into his vest. The red light on the opponent's chest lit up: DEAD.
The members of B2 exchanged silent, satisfied glances.
As they made their way back to the meeting room, Adam caught a flicker of movement from the corner of his eye, by the emergency exit. But when he turned, there was nothing there.
