Chapter 13
Las Vegas 1999
The Assassin crept from shadow to shadow, not as invisible as the Nephilim, but as undetectable as a highly trained human could be. The small figure crouched behind an abandoned blue sedan. The uniform concealing the identity was designed to resemble the ninjas of bygone centuries, but it was white, not black. Only a pair of brown eyes showed above the face mask.
The figure crept out from behind the car in hot pursuit of the heat shimmer that signified a half-angel on the hunt.
It was not strictly necessary for The Assassin to hide. In this strange town, a person dressed in a white ninja costume would attract little attention. Most passers-by would simply assume any strange costume was part of a stage show or publicity stunt.
Here in the desert, any shimmeri
