Moans came from the direction of the road, and Lamar felt a touch of satisfaction. If the two murdering bastards felt pain, it was a small price to pay for their actions. In a way, it felt exhilarating to take a step to parceling justice immediately instead of waiting for a slew of lawyers to argue the merits of a case before deciding to toss the whole thing out of court on a technicality.

The men would have disappeared into the cracks of the justice system. Lamar was certain both men would never have stood trial for their actions, no matter how guilty they were of the crimes they had perpetrated. They would have gone back into the mystery world of espionage and received medals for their actions.

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He was sure they could have spun a story that told him how they were doing everything for the security of the country. They might even believe what they said, but that would not bring back the people who died tonight.

There was far greater justice taking place on the road than he could ever have witnessed in a courthouse.

Lamar smiled at the thought.

He could see aliens moving between the road and the cars. It seemed like they were getting closer with each passing minute. With a grim hope, Lamar wished the aliens would take longer to get to the bait, long enough for the men on the road to feel the agony of their wounds and the hopelessness of their situation.