maybe a half-step above the bombers most of the time.
“Call your guy and tell him to move his ass, we need to figure out what we are dealing with pretty fast.” I take a minute to fill him in on the details. Nal isn’t a fan of the city trying to stabilize the grid, but if the city lost a few thousand more people he wouldn’t have anyone to charge for it anyways.
Nal pulls out his phone and walks into the hallway, I’m guessing to call Ed.
I get up and walk over to the window. As much as Nal will tell you that he chose this room to keep himself safe, I know he really did it for this view. If you got close you had a direct view of the parking lot below, but behind that was a beautiful 10 acre lake that you can see perfectly from his desk.
In a few moments, the serenity of the view is replaced with the distant sound of gunfire. I find it hard to believe that anyone would be stupid enough to attack the hotel like this unless they have a death wish. Nal did have a very nice stash of shit in the hotel. Everything you could ever want or need, really. To be honest, the wants and needs are starting to become the same.
Food.
Water.
Shelter.
The hotel provided all of that, or more.
I lean down to grab my knife from my boot when I notice a familiar sight pulling out of the parking lot. They were after the one thing that Nal didn’t normally keep in stock. I look over at Az who has moved next to me by the window and ask. “Is that my car?”
-9-
Azrael and I start to work our way down the stairs. At this point, we are at a distinct disadvantage in that we have no clue who our attackers are, or how many there are tearing things up downstairs. The only thing I am sure of is that Israfil is involved. I nailed that part down when I watched my Expedtion drive away.
We stop off at the second floor and enter the hallway. The hotel only has a handful of ways to go upstairs and I’m sure they are all being watched. If we walk down to the lobby our survival rate is reduced to near zero. The second floor has the advantage of being the same level of the attached restaurant rooftop. We just need to find a way out.
Using my gun to shoot out the glass would be the obvious solution, but that may draw the attention of the attackers below. We still have the element of surprise in our favor, and I intend to sit on it as long as I can.
“There is a fire exit in the back.” Nal walks from behind us, a rifle slung over his shoulder. You can say what you want about the guy, but he knows when it is time to get his hands dirty. In the movies they always focused on the leader who would cower in his little corner while his people clean up the mess. Nal takes things like this rather personally, so it doesn’t surprise me that he knew what I had in mind.
In the past, the second floor was mainly used for meetings and conventions, so the layout is different than the hotel above. Within a few quick turns we come up to the exit door.
“Tell me you removed that alarm.” I say.
“First thing I did when I claimed the place.” Nal smiles as he pushes the door open.
The rooftop was your run of the mill flat roof, and it smelled like it too. Part of me feels bad for the people who used to fix them for a living. I couldn’t put up with the smell of that tar for a living.
We come up to a ledge that overlooks the front entryway. I peek my head over the wall and notice Joe on the ground holding his throat, blood flowing through his tightened fingers.
Az puts his hand on my shoulders. “There isn’t anything we can do for him.”
As much as I want to jump down and try to help him, healing was not an ability I was blessed with. There isn’t anything I can do from up here either. I could use my power to throw my knife into his skull, but then I would risk not having it if we ran into a demon downstairs.
Nal pulls my shoulder and leads us to a ladder in the back. We climb down and make our way to
“Call your guy and tell him to move his ass, we need to figure out what we are dealing with pretty fast.” I take a minute to fill him in on the details. Nal isn’t a fan of the city trying to stabilize the grid, but if the city lost a few thousand more people he wouldn’t have anyone to charge for it anyways.
Nal pulls out his phone and walks into the hallway, I’m guessing to call Ed.
I get up and walk over to the window. As much as Nal will tell you that he chose this room to keep himself safe, I know he really did it for this view. If you got close you had a direct view of the parking lot below, but behind that was a beautiful 10 acre lake that you can see perfectly from his desk.
In a few moments, the serenity of the view is replaced with the distant sound of gunfire. I find it hard to believe that anyone would be stupid enough to attack the hotel like this unless they have a death wish. Nal did have a very nice stash of shit in the hotel. Everything you could ever want or need, really. To be honest, the wants and needs are starting to become the same.
Food.
Water.
Shelter.
The hotel provided all of that, or more.
I lean down to grab my knife from my boot when I notice a familiar sight pulling out of the parking lot. They were after the one thing that Nal didn’t normally keep in stock. I look over at Az who has moved next to me by the window and ask. “Is that my car?”
-9-
Azrael and I start to work our way down the stairs. At this point, we are at a distinct disadvantage in that we have no clue who our attackers are, or how many there are tearing things up downstairs. The only thing I am sure of is that Israfil is involved. I nailed that part down when I watched my Expedtion drive away.
We stop off at the second floor and enter the hallway. The hotel only has a handful of ways to go upstairs and I’m sure they are all being watched. If we walk down to the lobby our survival rate is reduced to near zero. The second floor has the advantage of being the same level of the attached restaurant rooftop. We just need to find a way out.
Using my gun to shoot out the glass would be the obvious solution, but that may draw the attention of the attackers below. We still have the element of surprise in our favor, and I intend to sit on it as long as I can.
“There is a fire exit in the back.” Nal walks from behind us, a rifle slung over his shoulder. You can say what you want about the guy, but he knows when it is time to get his hands dirty. In the movies they always focused on the leader who would cower in his little corner while his people clean up the mess. Nal takes things like this rather personally, so it doesn’t surprise me that he knew what I had in mind.
In the past, the second floor was mainly used for meetings and conventions, so the layout is different than the hotel above. Within a few quick turns we come up to the exit door.
“Tell me you removed that alarm.” I say.
“First thing I did when I claimed the place.” Nal smiles as he pushes the door open.
The rooftop was your run of the mill flat roof, and it smelled like it too. Part of me feels bad for the people who used to fix them for a living. I couldn’t put up with the smell of that tar for a living.
We come up to a ledge that overlooks the front entryway. I peek my head over the wall and notice Joe on the ground holding his throat, blood flowing through his tightened fingers.
Az puts his hand on my shoulders. “There isn’t anything we can do for him.”
As much as I want to jump down and try to help him, healing was not an ability I was blessed with. There isn’t anything I can do from up here either. I could use my power to throw my knife into his skull, but then I would risk not having it if we ran into a demon downstairs.
Nal pulls my shoulder and leads us to a ladder in the back. We climb down and make our way to
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