It’s like we’re cursed. Like that day was a judgement. It was a hammer that struck us all, and either forged us into something better, or...
Wide eyed, Ivana spun and extended the ojbect she'd been holding. Omar saw that it was not a pen, but a small, gold-plated handgun. Pointing straight...
The driver whistled. “Waow. You some big politico? So watchu gonna do about the foreigners snatchin’ our jobs? The Chinos?”
A security guard - a long-faced, muscular man - stared at him disconcertingly. Omar frowned. Why would the security staff be suspicious of him?
Behind them, the city was burning. Omar and a thousand others descended into the cave, led by the red-robed Saviors.
He reached to take her hand - and her other hand swung out from behind her back. Omar caught a glimpse of a large, rough-edged chunk...
The eagle perched on one of the upper branches. It was a bizarre looking creature, and made him think of a child wearing a dark cloak...
