59: Brice
Brice
Brice stood by the door before it started to open. The noise and traces told him the only remaining guard stood to the left, and kept glancing along the corridor, away from the door.
Because Piran had got some woman to attack a guard, then have a seizure. Impressive, but also troubling.
And something to worry about another time.
The door slid open. Brice bounded into the corridor, Cyastone held high. He swung.
The guard turned. He raised his Preben as the stone connected with his head.
There was a sickening crunch. Brice’s arms jarred.
The guard dropped to the ground.
Brice glanced at him—face down, blood pooling around his head, Preben on the ground next to him. He checked the man’s trace—grey, with a slow throb.
Alive but unconscious.
Brice turned and ran.
