5: Ryann
360 Words
5: Ryann
Ryann
Ryann sat up when she heard the first scream, stood when she heard the second. There was a thud, like a door being slammed, and muffled shouts.
Keelin’s voice was comforting, despite the urgent tone.
Ryann knew the door only opened inward, so she reached for the eye-slot, managed to get purchase with her fingers, and pulled. The door swung free, and Ryann stepped into the corridor.
The building was silent. Ryann pushed with her lattice, reading the traces.
She was alone. The enforcers had all left, along with…with Deva? Whatever her crew was up to, whatever wild scheme they’d concocted, it seemed to be working.
she asked Keelin.
So much for security. But Ryann reminded herself that this was only a holding facility. She imagined it was usually somewhere for drunks to sleep off their troubles.
She turned left, walked past three cell doors on either side, all closed. The eye-slots were open, lights extinguished within, no current traces present.
It must’ve been a quiet night.
She reached the final door, at the end of the corridor. It was black, with no markings and no handle.
Trusting Piran’s work, she leaned her shoulder on the door and pushed. It swung open. The night’s chill sent a shiver down her spine, and she pulled in a deep breath. The air was arid, with a taste of something rotten deep within, but it was an improvement on the claustrophobic, fusty funk of the cell.
But she wasn’t home yet. The building was surrounded by a fence, and there was nothing but desert beyond it.
she sussed.
Ryann knew the one. They’d noticed it, when they set up the drop on Castor Martell. There was a burial ground on one side, and Brice had said that felt appropriate.
Keelin sussed.
Keeping her body crouched, ignoring the shouts and engine sounds from the front of the building, Ryann ran to the fence.
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