Chapter 32
I had no way of knowing whether these particular gunmen were Ultima Thule or something else, but I was pretty sure the distinction would turn out to be an academic one if these guys found me. The mayor was shouting and waving his hands around in the air, and the big guy was gesturing to everyone to fan out. They would be right on top of me in less than a minute, and there was no way my handgun was going to stand up to ten Armalites in a gun fight.
I dropped down from my vantage point and ran down the stairs, bolted out the door of the castle, and... CRACK. A bullet plowed up the dirt of the fairground less than a foot to my right.
I didn’t turn, knowing that any delay at all would only make it easier for someone to get me clear in their sights. I made it to cover, turned the
