Weaponless

jason ryback bullet point for blogI had no choice. All I could do was trudge down one narrow street after another with my hands planted in my pockets. After feeling around my trouser pockets, they switched to the pockets in my coat, hoping to find something sharp I could use as a weapon, but I didn’t even have my keys in there. Why didn’t I get Six to give me a gun?

A chilly sensation crawled up my spine. They were still following me, whoever they were. I just couldn’t see them and I couldn’t lose them – even when I picked up the pace.

I made my way to dimly lit open space dominated by the dark shape of the cathedral looming over me. Our second meeting place.

But no sign of Six.

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