"Searchlights," Elian whispered. He could see the faint, sweeping beams of the Order’s tread-tanks. They were heavy, armored vehicles designed for one thing: suppression.
The door slammed shut. Standing in the shaft of dusty afternoon light was a figure wrapped in a heavy, grey cloak. It was soaked from the acid rain that had been falling since dawn. The figure pulled back the hood. novelpia free
She was desperate. And in the desperate, Elian saw a reflection of his own loneliness. "Searchlights," Elian whispered
They hadn't seen Elian and the girl yet, but they were close. Too close. but they were close. Too close.