70: Keelin
Keelin
Keelin’s body ran on automatic, at full alert. She used her adrenaline as fuel, heightening her senses. Those climbing the scaffolding clunked and whispered, and those in the stairwell thudded and panted. The air was alive with scents and vibrations, and Keelin knew exactly how many were approaching.
On the roof, the hatred washing off the younger of these two women, the one with skin the same colour as her clothing, was far stronger than her fear. She held the Charon ready, eager to use it.
The older one was wary. She was in better condition than she made out, and could easily jump into the Proteus, even without help from Ryann.
Keelin sussed.
The pack hung from one shoulder, the strap tight.
There was a pause before Ryann answered.
Keelin thought of the bodies
