THE CHEMIST AND THE WEREWOLF HUNTER
Sandra hurried after Nathan. Despite being taller and having longer legs she was having trouble keeping up. He managed to scuttle across the floor faster than she could easily walk.
“Quickly,” he hissed over his shoulder. “Vincent will be leaving for his hunt soon. He asked to meet you first. If you’re not there in time he’s going to be pissed.”
Somehow he managed to move even faster, his greasy haired form drawing ahead. Sandra gave up on walking and broke into a jog. It wasn’t dignified, but it was much easier.
She followed Nathan down two more long corridors, then they emerged into a large warehouse-like area. Rack upon rack of equipment marched away to the sides while ahead was an open area with a variety of vehicles parked in it. Nathan
