The SlipGate bubble arrived, but the only thing Jack saw through its rippling surface was a whole lot of beige and gray. Different shades, yeah, but this place was big on the drab. He was guessing, by the amount of daylight, that they were outside.
The bubble popped.
Yup. Outside. Under a thick ceiling of clouds that perfectly complemented the ugly buildings surrounding them. Those stood about seven or eight stories high, each with a flat roof and walls of pale, brown bricks. They seemed to be in a plaza or a square of some kind. The pavement was wet from recent rainfall.
He saw alleys between the buildings, some of them with people who skulked in the shadows. The air was cool and damp. His light jacket was enough protection, thankfully, though there was no telling what the weather migh
