In the security guard booth, the new guard on duty was holding a cup of cheap coffee, leaning against the door and stretching his back. His gaze swept across the street, and he thought he was in for another boring morning shift. But the next second, his hand shook, and the coffee spilled onto the ground.
It was a tall man, walking toward him against the light, one hand gripping a bloodstained trailer. The iron wheels ground against the ground, emitting a dull scraping sound.
“Stop!” The guard drew his service weapon from his waist, his voice hoarse. “This is a CT outpost. Stop immediately!”
“Woof—”
A low, menacing growl emerged from behind the man. A small, light-yellow dog peered at him, baring its teeth.
Bruce raised an eyebrow, pointing to the shiny CT badge on his chest with a laz
