The other one looked down, and Genna saw what he must be seeing too—the blade that was stuck in the back of the head, and the black pool creeping out.
“What the…” he muttered, before realisation kicked in and he spun round, g*n aimed along the alley. Genna followed his gaze, and saw a figure. She couldn’t make out much, but it wore a long, hooded coat. It held something in each hand, and they glinted in the moonlight.
“Who the hell are you?” the trooper asked, and Genna caught his nerves, and knew he’d made a mistake. He should’ve squeezed off a shot straight away.
The figure moved, and Genna thought she saw something flickering in the air even as she heard the c***k of the trooper’s g*n. The stranger leapt to one side, and then the trooper jerked backwards and fell, and Genna could c
