Chapter FourteenThere are four of them, and each one has the kind of features that look great on mugshots. No Mandate aura—could mean they’re human.
All are wearing suits except for the one approaching us the fastest.
He’s also the biggest—so huge he could pass for an orc. With that wifebeater shirt and jeans, he must’ve been the only one to get the memo about casual Friday. I also notice tattoos of military-style epaulettes on his shoulders.
What is he? An admiral?
He reaches into the back of his pants.
His suited allies reach into the insides of their jackets.
Ariel launches into motion, punching the admiral in the chest.
He flies into a suited guy behind him, taking him along for the ride. They slam into the van with a hard thud and slide to the ground in a spooning position.
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