CHAPTER 28- Matiu -
The blast shatters the black and throws Matiu backwards, something warm searing his face as he hits the ground hard, flat on his back. The air explodes from his lungs, and for a second he’s gasping, gagging, fighting to breathe, his skin burning cold as the void. Through the haze, a figure looms over him, its face lost in shadow, and he knows, knows, who it is, but he can’t even find the breath to speak his name.
Makere.
See you soon, bro.
The voice rattles inside his head, and then he’s stepping away, out of sight. Matiu rolls, still breathless, bringing up the gun, sweeping it around. He finds his balance, searches for a target, but sees nothing except the walls of the storage facility, cases and packing crates and shelves, the overhead lights mysteriously dark. F
