Zeldric
I stop at the back of an abandoned warehouse. It’s not the first time we’ve used it for some transactions. I know the place, and that plays in my favor.
I haven’t been able to contact Gambo again. I’m worried he’s injured or something worse, but right now I need to focus on getting Jenkins and myself to safety.
I turn in the seat and reach for the glove compartment, pulling out a pistol and checking that it’s loaded, just like the one I have on my back. Then I pull out a hunting knife from its sheath, which I attach to the waistband of my pants, and offer the weapon to Jenkins.
“What are you doing?” she asks, raising an eyebrow.
“I’ve just gained a little advantage. We need to go in there and defend ourselves. They’ll be here soon.”
“I’m not using a gun, Zeldric,” she says fi
