Chapter Fifty-Eight
Damien picked himself up off the ground. He was covered in books. He couldn’t see in front of the debris cloud. Half of it seemed to be in his lungs because he coughed violently. He searched around him. The operative was nowhere to be found. He got to his feet, aware of a laceration across his back that had started to sting.
The nearby explosion had washed the dining concourse with debris, sending Damien crashing into a bookstore. He checked his body and tested his limbs. Nothing life-threatening and he wasn’t losing blood. That would have to do for now. He moved from the bookstore into the dining concourse. He’d lost all sense of direction and, with the concourse littered in bricks, tiles and plaster, nothing looked familiar.
Then he heard movement from his right, f
