Stronger Than Pain: From Beta To Luna
I was already moving, boots pounding against polished marble as my gaze cut upward,northern archway.
He was there.
Not a shadow, not a phantom,an actual man in a black coat, rifle braced against the balcony rail. His posture was wrong. Too high an angle. No intent to kill with that first shot. This was a warning.
Warnings are for cowards.
"North archway, now!" I barked into my comm, already vaulting the nearest row of seats.
A second shot tore the air, this one low. People dropped, some diving, some too slow. Blood sprayed from a councilman’s arm, a bright arc that splattered across the cream-colored tablecloth before he collapsed into the arms of another delegate.
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