Midnighters 2Chapter 2: Project IcarusMidnighters 2
Just as I left the store, holding the pizza against my chest and absorbing its toasty warmth, an electrical shifting was audible in my right ear. I pressed against my comms.
“Merc?”
I heard rapid panting, the clamor of footsteps against cement, and the swift shift of location and motion. Then, gunfire ensued.
Merc’s low, gentle voice panicked into my ear. “Shit. Cel, it’s Faith—“
The gunfire seemed louder. Getting closer.
Nonchalantly, I joined a crowd of pedestria
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