I walked briskly through the sea of people, trying not to look conspicuous or worried.
I scanned every face I could without looking too suspicious. But every unfamiliar face was unfriendly to me, every stranger an enemy. I had to plan for the worst and hope for the best. My life depended on that mindset.
Then a curious thought struck me: Maybe they’re hiding at the rendezvous point. Maybe they’re being held there. Maybe I should go to them...
No! What are you thinking, Patrick? That’s exactly what they want you to do!
But they could be in trouble. Remember what you vowed after what happened to Lily? You vowed never to let something like that happen again, remember?
I had vowed that. And I’m a man of my word, especially regarding colleagues. Even more especially with family.
Against my better judgement, I changed courses and slunk to the rendezvous point.
I searched every room of every floor of that deserted building, but to no avail. I burst onto the roof. Nothing. I noticed a splotch on the concrete. To my dismay, I noticed it was rather red in color. I knelt beside it. Where were they? What had happened?
I hissed and cringed in pain; a point had nailed me in the neck. I rolled to the ground paralyzed. I saw three dark shapes over me, two reaching for me as the center one sneered, “Well, well, well. What have we here?”