SHADOWS OF THE OAT
dark edges of the city. The coordinates led me here. Something
into the shadows. Never walk straight int
e wood is rotting. A perfect hiding place for someone who doe
ing strange. My fingers catch on a small groove-a tiny mar
hands move before I can think. My fi
lock cli
mattresses, a stash of weapons, a rusted
safe, not comfortable-just familiar. Like I've been her
member setting
place. Nothing. If The Oath had found this place, they would've l
the laptop. The screen flick
ken. Distort
ng this... you do
e is damaged, but
ng a man's blurry face. Older. S
er, grippin
your instincts, Natha
down my spine.
me alive. My memories
n-B
rips through
and metal. The force knocks me back, my ears ringing with white nois
fou
I roll, dodging fallin
gainst the f
ock 19. My hands check the mag o
nt steps thro
fi
clean. Preci
him. I pivot, aim, fire. A
of burning metal. My lungs scre
t. I dive behind the overturned table, bullets
t the desk. My finge
. The man.
t
kpack near the weapons stash. Bullets
capture me. They'r
d. The blast destr
one way out-the s
ve.
rd the metal shelves against the wa
a trail of fire across my skin. I b
acked, some glas
ugh the res
nto me. The grou
it the pavement. Pain shoots t
ore shadows.
fight
ru
city, the laptop secure in my bag
he man in
l like I already