It was dirt the consistency of ash mixed with pieces of broken stone. It looked like a long-dead battlefield. But where in the hell was there a battlefield like this? Especially one as devoid of life as this one? The moon? I had a decision in front of me. The voice sounded like Stella's, but knowing the types of baddies I'd already encountered, I preferred not to go on voice alone. I could create a tiny sun to see around me, but that would make me vulnerable to the gun. Now that I wasn't in the alley anymore I wasn't that worried about ricochet or blowing Officer Jones Rippin' Ja— up. He had a dear friend of mine who had nothing to do with me. I'd left Atlanta to avoid putting anyone else in danger. And this jackass had brought her in. "Not going to wait forever, Guardian. I could shoot you. Wound you. And I could just take you. But my boss wants you alive and healthy." That sentence was revealing. I suspected he doubted he could really wound me with my power focused. He knew I was a Guardian.
