Chapter 26: Dark Descent

Back at the hideout, Kael and his crew made their way to another lead. He moved into the night, the pier's salt air hitting him like a slap, the distant waves lapping a cruel rhythm. His shoulder throbbed, but he ignored it, his knife already in hand, the blade catching the moonlight.

Marcus followed, rifle slung, his voice tight. "I think we need to regroup and come up with a plan."

"Plan?" Kael's laugh was bitter, jagged, echoing off the cannery walls as he kicked the door open, the wood splintering. "Morello's cutting her while we sit and plan."

They hit the shadows of the shipping...