She couldn’t feel her extremities and every breath filled her lungs with sharp crystals, but the numbness on the inside was far worse. The stranger in the black suit stood before her, the same man that she had seen in the ruins of the cement factory. A shimmer passed through his body, and he became younger, then older, then younger again – as though he was drifting through time itself. “It’s too noisy out here,” the stranger complained, brushing snow from his shoulders. He frowned at the stains left behind on his suit, but didn’t appear bothered by the weather. “We should be going. The wind is shifting.” Almost on cue, gunshots cracked through the air. Cassie yelped, fumbling for her weapon, spinning to face the fighter jet. The others were too far away to be a real danger – it was a warning shot, nothing more, but then the black-clad figures swarmed toward them, shouting and hollering. “Let us talk somewhere quieter,” the man drawled. “Come with me.” The world dissolved around them, melting into a blur of dark shapes and impossibly bright lights.
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