She stumbled across the rough rocks, and looked around apprehensively. Out of the corner of her eye, Alex saw, just for a moment, a creature shoot across her eyeline. Shrinking into the shadows, her right hand crept subconsciously into her jacket, where cold metal greeted it. Smiling grimly, she withdrew her hand, all the while looking attentively around, her eyes darting back and forth to see if the creature had gone. She debated discarding the weight in her pocket, but decided against it, for she had never acquired anything like it or had been allowed it, and someone might spot it if it were left. She hoped she wouldn’t need it, but it was reassuring anyway. She wanted to get out, but she didn’t have what she had come for. Information was key. She could possibly never return to this world of deceit and death. Well, she probably would, but hopefully not soon – she didn’t enjoy it.
Carefully Alex slunk from shadow to shadow, all the while looking for hostiles. Enemies. If enemies was the right word… Her mind began to wander. She was considered to be one of the best, but the trouble with being a fatigued person in an entirely active world was that you occasionally, but rarely, lose track of what you’re supposed to be doing.
Suddenly, a cold, hard circle appeared on the side of her head, causing her to stiffen. Alex debated playing lost, but the security was too high at this stage – anyone would be here for a reason, and that could be the one thing that got her killed.
“Nice seeing you again, Alex,” the voice attached to the creature said. “It’s been a month. I’ve been waiting for you.”
By Claire McLeod