Iyisha looked down at the memo Marybeth had shoved into her hand before rushing out again.
She did not read the first page.
Her fingers flipped through the papers quickly until the last pages appeared.
Names.
Rows of them.
Last names listed one after another.
Her eyes moved down the column.
C.
C.
C.
Her finger stopped.
Clarke.
Iyisha froze.
"Clarke…" she muttered under her breath.
The sound of metal clicking continued behind her.
She lifted her head.
Malcolm stood by the wall, loading ammunition into a magazine.
When their eyes met, he looked away almost immediately.
Something tightened in her chest.
She looked back down at the page.
"My last name is in this memo," she said slowly.
Malcolm said nothing.
Another quiet click as he pressed a round into the magazine.
Iyisha stared at the name again.
Clarke.
Her mind began to race.
"Can… can this be the reason Cena disappeared?"
The thought made her stomach turn.
