Wolverton knows how Shen deceived an avatar of the Nameless, knows it with a black certainty.  Punctuated by the demented titters from above, that certainty grows with each step they climb.  They tread carefully to mute echoes in the concrete stairway.

At the fire door they waver, setting themselves on either side in anticipation.  Mr Yeung counts down with one hand, pistol in the other.  At zero, one of the hardboys kicks open the door and steps through.

At the sound, Shen turns and Wolverton can’t tell whether it is the man, or the calculo riding him behind that maniacal gaze.


~ by Electro-mechanical Man on May 11, 2011.

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