Chapter 82

Jack

The sounds and smell of gunshots filled the air. When I peered behind him to see another tout holding a gun in his hand and looked towards the young man who was talking with me a few seconds ago, he was down on his knees, grunting.

I was armless as there were no guns or daggers in my grasp. All the tools on my body must've been stripped off me when I was down after inhaling that poisonous gas.

He was talking about plans. Plans that might vindicate his father, and repair his reputation of not being a traitor.

Plan that might reveal that I misconstrued Arnold's...