Looming shapes, muted colors, distant sounds, and whispered voices hovered around him. Silhouetted blobs focused into familiar faces so detailed, Drayco felt he could reach over and touch them, if he weren’t paralyzed.
He held up used food wrappers and said, “Someone’s been here recently.” In the rear corner of the main warehouse room, Officer Decker straightened up after retrieving an object on the floor and yelled “I’ve got something.” Then the flash of a dark figure hurtled out of the room Sarg had hurried past without searching.
The corrugated sulfur tones of gunshot echoes reached Drayco’s ears as he turned to see Officer Decker falling to the floor with a bloom of red growing on his chest. Another shot, more sulfur tones, Sarg down. Drayco fired his own g*n, one-two-three, hitting
