The Legacy of the Monster Diego Tomas, Part 3Michal and Natalia zipped down the lines, two black dots against the red sky. The alarm was raised, and Ramon’s guards fired off a few halfhearted pot shots, but the pair expertly threaded the old broken windows in the building opposite and landed unscathed. They sprinted down the eleventh-floor hall to the first opening (a hole blasted into the bricks), clipped to the new lines, and sped down another story. In this way they reached the third floor on the other side of the building, out of sight and out of range of his father’s snipers. Night fell. They squatted in a busted up kitchen, the moonlight filtering through the shattered windows, illuminating the broken pipes and shredded wiring. Natalia bit into a red pepper, and Michal sucked his tee
