"That's when it changed? What about weeks ago? Months ago? How about when JJ was gunned down in the street? Or when Caleb was slaughtered in his home? All on your St. Michael's orders." That was it, wasn't it? Each side had been injuring each other for so long, one grudge after another that couldn't be let go. Now there was about to be another one, because she wasn't backing down. Not for anything.
Betty lunged and Sam was ready. She crouched, her right hand shooting up to grip Betty's forearm, yanking it downward. Then rising, she pushed her arm up, twisting it at it's highest arc, knowing all the strain that would be put on the muscles and nerves in the shoulder, telling herself that she should stop, that the woman she was fighting was Leon's friend. That she was just a normal woman, not an X5 or an agent or some superfreak. She didn't stop. She jammed the heel of her open hand into Betty's exposed abdomen. Sam's voice was flat and cold. "I'm sorry too."