The night vision binoculars slipped out of Brandon’s shaking fingers, crashing hard against the concrete floor of the balcony. His face was completely drained of color, his skin as white as a fresh sheet of paper.Inside the bright, warm lounge of the sports complex, Sarah was sitting on a soft sofa, painting her nails with a pink bottle she had stolen from the campus store. She looked up and giggled."Brandon, sweetie, what is taking Vance so long?" Sarah asked, her voice sweet and annoying. "Did he bring back those nice blankets from the library yet? And tell him to bring some fresh clothes too. I hate wearing the same jacket twice."Brandon turned around slowly, his lips trembling so hard he could barely form a word."Vance is dead," Brandon whispered, his voice hoarse with absolute horror.Sarah stopped her nail polish brush in midair, blinking her big eyes. "What? What do you mean dead? Vance had guns and twenty guards!""He hung him!" Brandon shrieked, suddenly grabbing his own