Pushing the door open, she found a set of steps that led up to a landing with lights on the concrete walls. Another set led down to the basement, but instinct told her the high ground would serve her better.
She started up the stairs.
Clenching her teeth, Anna squeezed her eyes shut. She became aware of the furious heat in her face. “Just a little bit longer,” she told herself. “After killing a drone, this thing will go down easy.”
She rounded the landing, then started up another flight of steps toward the second floor. The parking garage was only two stories high. From the railing that overlooked the stairs below, she could watch the sphere as it came up in search of her.
“You can do it,” Anna told herself. Those words sounded hollow but she repeated them several times. One way or ano
