“Eliot, wait.” Hardison yelled through the coms.
“No man, I’m losing in as it is.”
“I got some very funky readings on this end. You know what you’re doing?”
“Yes, I am.”
Eliot followed the man into the parking garage. Pissed that he actually was getting further behind. He was in physical top-condition. This should not happen to him.
The man in the distance turned a corner and suddenly Eliot could hear the clicks of guns being cocked.
He ran on until he approached the corner. There he halted and stood with his back to the wall. Trying with his senses to assess the situation.
He could hear at least five people.( Collapse )