Aurora got to the Iron Gates checkpoint at dawn, it was a small stone building with rusted gates and worn out flags flapping weakly. A few patrol men lounged near the entrance, and she went over to talk to them.
One name filled her mind. Graham.
Cutting right to the point. “Where is the patrol captain?” She asked.
“Who's he to you?” One of the men replied.
“None of your business.” she snarled at them. She wasn't here to answer any questions.
“Well then you better be on your merry way, miss,” another one said standing up to assert dominance.
She rolled her eyes and looked up at him. “I don't want any trouble, but if you want it, I'm more than happy to give it to you.”
The guy stared down at her, and she stared up at him unwavering. She was getting tired of the meaningless staring con
