MoroThe two figures stepped into the room and closed the door behind them. Moro clung to the wall and slid among the shadows, inching closer. Between him and the room stood an open doorway. The smell of cooking meat drifted into the hallway. As he approached the door, he could hear the sound of raised voices, and one of them was getting closer.
“There wasn't an ounce of fat on that meat. It tasted like charred cardboard. Someone should shoot the cook.”
A burst of laughter erupted from inside the room. Heavy footsteps approached the hall as the meat critic made his way closer. Despite Moro's immersion among the shadow, the person would have to be blind to miss a seven foot tall, winged assassin. He had to think fast. There was nowhere to hide in the open hallway. When he looked up, he spi
