At the same time, the quietness meant her enemies hadn’t found her yet, and she supposed she should be glad for that. She feared that the Triumvirate might track her to the safe house, and had considered staying awake through the night, but the exhaustion had overwhelmed her. Now, having rested from her crazy journey the night before and eaten her fill of the hideout’s food stash, she felt ready for battle. Problem was, there was nothing to fight. She considered grabbing the bow sitting on a shelf beside her and practicing some shots, or maybe checking out some of the other weapons in the small room she stood in. A number of swords, rifles, and more sat piled against the walls, gleaming under the morning sunlight streaming through the window. She guessed that the rebels kept this makeshift armory in case the perimeter failed and they ran into supernatural trouble, and she was glad to have found it. Maybe she could use some of these weapons to set up defenses against any would-be attackers, whether it was Storm or the Triumvirate’s goons.
