{{Unedited}} It was a little hole in the wall place that Marielle was certain was run by the mob based on the big guy with huge shoulders at the door. The walls were deep red, the lights were low, and there were real candles on the tables. The table she and Austin sat at was …

{{Unedited}} Austin had already pushed her out of the way, and presently, Marielle was on her knees and trying to stand. He yanked her up, but she was amazed to see that he’d already drawn his pistol and was aiming down the sights toward the bullets point of release. He put her behind him and …

{{Unedited}} Vincent had been silent for a long time with his face in his hands as he rubbed his temples, removed his glasses, and put them onto the desk, and then put his face back into his hands again. Marielle was laying on her side watching him from the bed; silent tears were streaming from …

{{Unedited}} Everyone filed out of the room, leaving Vincent, Marielle, and Austin alone. Austin leaned over the back of the couch to stretch his back; fingers laced behind his head. “I need to talk to him,” Marielle explained to Vincent in a low voice. “Please let me?” she asked. Vincent looked down, sadly. “I don’t …

{{Unedited}} When Marielle closed the door quietly behind her – noting that it was after eleven and she hardly felt it due to the time difference – she saw Vincent’s straight, sturdy back to her from a chair near the window. He was like a statue; he didn’t seem real to her in that moment …

{{Unedited}} Coffee had been made and pastries had been set out. Everyone had eaten what they could stomach and was sipping down their coffee as expectant eyes watched Klara’s computer screen and the highlighted images of the people moving around on it. Liam had stretched a map across the top of the piano. Austin was …

{{Unedited}} Austin was off the bike and in the street, looking left and right as he pressed his fingertips to his earpiece, “Vincent? Vincent, come in…” He looked back at Marielle, who was doing the same; straining to hear. Her eyes were big and glassy revealing her fear. They were starting to redden in panic. …

{{Unedited}} Austin leaned back; his eyes narrowing with anger. Lifting a hand, he twirled his fingers, creating an icicle. “We’re chasin’ a damn ghost,” he growled, chucking the ice knife, it soared through Cory’s image, breaking it apart. Austin braked, skidding the bike, and swerved, taking a shortcut to A site. “Is everyone alright?” Marielle …

{{Unedited}} Austin managed to spot a black rider aiming at him from a structure across the street above Liam. He sat up, aimed, fired twice, and took him down. Not a second later, another one came running from the building to his left and was practically on top of him when he shot into this …

{{Unedited}} “Chamber,” Vincent said, and he took Tala’s hand and gently pulled her until she was standing with him. “This young woman… is too valuable to me, right now. Can you please take her back to the rental, and protect her?” Chamber smiled at Tala, whose face was still tear-streaked and red. She was shaking …