Bound by His Promise
The lights in the tunnel flickered — motion sensors tripped.
“Mauro, move!” I hissed.
Too late. Metallic footsteps echoed behind us.
Council Sentinels — drones shaped like men, moving with eerie precision.
Rhea drew her pulse-gun. “I’ll cover the exit!”
“No, you run—”
She fired before I finished, the blast lighting up the corridor. Sparks flew; one Sentinel collapsed, its chest smoking.
“Go!” she shouted.
I grabbed Mauro’s arm and pulled him through the hatch while Rhea backed up, firing again.