I waited
fifteen more minutes
in place, listening for any movement or approaching vehicles.
Waited for nothing
... because either they were extremely good at concealment, or more likely the exchange had been completed when they dropped off the container - as promised.
With the verification I sent just serving as final confirmation that they don’t have
an angry customer
. Or... wait, maybe it had something to do with whatever just allowed them to
infiltrate
my phone?
> I know the contact didn’t say BK when I messaged that code. Did they make me compromise my own device somehow?! Stars are disappearing. Cloud cover... That rain is coming after all. Movement near the side entrance. That was a figure slipping inside the abandoned building. Then another. Not approaching our position, but definitely too close for my liking. Did they see me do that a bit ago? And how did they know I would find hunters dangerous - unless they knew what I was. Should I be considering them an ally... or not? I’d rather be curled up in my motel room. But I’ll take any dry spot if it comes down to it. <
At the edge of the industrial distract, I began to cut through the ’token’ park. A place put at the border to the
cleaner, nicer parts of the city
proper which provided some small greenery to offset the
swaths of concrete
.
Which was when a
crisp scent
caught my attention.
The smell of
freshly fallen snow
with
undertones of iron
.
A scent that
never made me think of blood
so much as it did
authority
.
My steps faltered as I
inhaled it deeply
.
Merely
to confirm what my senses were telling me.
That Kyrie Voss was
very close by
.
Living
,
present
... and not just a territorial marker.