Chapter TwentyI open my eyes.
My head is still on my desk, but the adrenaline coursing through my system forces me to jump to my feet.
It’s 8:38 p.m. according to my phone.
I frantically dial Nero, but my call goes straight into voicemail.
Crap.
Was that back-alley scenario a new dream vision?
It sure felt like the ones I’d had a few days ago.
Assuming that it was a vision, was it about something that’s going to happen today? Because if it is a prophecy for today, Nero is in trouble pretty much right now.
Without further deliberation, I grab my gun bag and run for the elevator, looking for allies as I go.
Most of my coworkers already left for the day, and the few analysts still working look like wimps.
If only I could find one of the building security guys.
Then I realize I don’
