"Keep up, puppy." The voice hissed out of the shadows ahead of her, mixed with the earthy, musty scent of rot that swirled around New Orleans. Anna narrowed her eyes and scaled a crumbling brick wall, her combat boots dislodging bits of cement and grit.
On top of the building, she opened her mouth to say something unpleasant and forceful about the new nickname. But Roland grinned, and the sliver of moonlight illuminated his teeth. Anna shut her jaw with a snap.
- Just til the end of the mission, and then they will let us come home - she thought. -Concentrate on the mission. The you can go home and never see this forsaken city again.- As Anna checked her weapons,
Roland watched the street and buildings. Anna's pack waited down there, circling the warehouse that stretched for half a block.
"Two out front, one in the back. I hope your friends can control themselves. If I have to waste my night hunting down any that escape..." Roland let the threat hang in the air.
"They won't," Anna replied sharply. Her companion chuckled and Anna's nostrils flared. He always smelled dead, dead and gone. She didn't like working with him, but the elders sent them here and to him. Roland was
meant to provide them safe passage for the work. Anna privately felt it was a bad idea to trust someone like him, especially in this city. She glanced at him, briefly letting some of her irritation show through. As she slipped over the wall his voice followed her like a shadow.
"Go ahead puppy, show us what you know about hunting."
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