8
Clouds formed a ceiling above Denabria, blocking out the light of the sun. It was a gloomy afternoon: gray and sombre. The dismal weather had dampened the heat somewhat, but it had also dampened the air. And the muggy humidity wasn’t much of an alternative. Anna wasn’t thrilled about the prospect of rain. She didn’t want to run through the streets in a downpour.
A Ragnosian hover-tank floated along Azela Avenue, following the slight curve of the road. The towering skyscrapers on either side would have made the perfect vantage point for snipers if anyone had cared to bother. A few soldiers on foot ran alongside the tank; it was moving incredibly slowly. Anna felt her impatience growing as she waited for them to pass. The impulsive girl was still in there somewhere, buried under all that
