Desa sprinted down New Spring Avenue, heading for the east side of town. All these swirling emotions – the fear, the anger, the exhilaration – brought back memories. Her senses hadn’t been this sharp in years.
She kept to the sidewalks, trying to stay out of sight. It wouldn’t do for some stray bullet to take her out before she even found the enemy. And she had no doubt that at least some of them had long-range weapons. They had to! If you possessed the technology to make a floating bed, then building a rifle that could hit a target from a mile away would be easy. Or so she thought.
Her only hope was that Field Binding would be enough to counter the advantages offered by those advanced weapons. It was a tenuous hope, but not an unreasonable one. She had bested those two at Toran’s house
