April 21st, 2017
"Any sign of number nine, Advisor?," the boy turns and asks the shorter one, rather ferociously.
~"You mean... Nightshade, Lieutenant?"
-"...obviously..."
~"No, boss... No sign of her...I'm sorry."
They are up on a rooftop above an art gallery, a headquarters that is known as The Hobos' Nest.
The shorter boy then proceeds to rapidly leaf through a blue file folder, as if hoping to discover something of vital importance.
-"Don't apologize," the master says sharply, "Do as I tell you... work all night if you must."
Carmen and her children were essential for the sect, being full of magical powers.
Both of the young men pull their masks back down, sling their rifles into their packs, and sprint back down the ladder to step into the alley below.
The advisor checks his GPS and compass apps, and the lieutenant pages their collaborators. They wipe beads of sweat, which fall from their foreheads like petals from the trees. their skin hot from running, even in the dead of night.
~"Were getting warmer, Lieutenant Nosnam.. " He turns back to Jim.
-"Good, Shorty.. That means we must be onto something.. "
The two continue running on into the late hours of the night.
YOU ARE READING
Nightshade
Teen FictionIn the heart of the Riviera, on the coast of The City of Angels, a dark, graceful figure tenuously makes her way across a wall of cinder blocks. In one swift leap she lands on the wet sand below. She tilts her head up, breathes in the salty oc...
