Chapter 5
They stopped only once in the slums. With their new look, they were barely noticed as anything unusual. At worst, the struggling people assumed they were merchants without proper tags, which meant that they likely engaged in illegal activity, and were thus armed. At best, they fit in.
The couple pulled over when they noticed a strange blackening of the weeds by the side of the road. Scorch marks, Dakota thought. And they knew that Ken used her fire talisman to aid in her escape. It was the first clue they encountered that could possibly lead them in the right direction. So, they halted their progress and flagged over an elderly woman who picked at some meager meal wrapped in foil.
With grease on her face and hands, she meandered over to their bike. “Yeah?” was all she said.
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