Zaid was just putting the gas cap back on when people started running out of the building.
He inwardly groaned but was immediately alert. He ran back to the driver’s side of the truck and grabbed his second obsidian dagger, which was longer than the first he had just pulled out of his boot. Someone was shouting inside the building, and he could hear a commotion from the now open door.
What is going on?
What is going on?He moved across the lot to the front door when a shadow dropped down in front of him from the roof. Zaid stepped back, his body moving on instinct, and barely missed the swipe of a roundhouse kick aimed at his head. The figure before him was draped in dark clothing, covering every surface of their body except for their eyes and hands. They got into a position he was intim
