Zanteith
They rushed through the building with guns in hand. Their objective was not far now, they had succeeded. Behind them they left a trail of death and carnage, like a stampede of bulls. There was nothing between them and their trophy.
I stepped into the cafe and took in a deep breath. I did not know who she was. I did not know where she came from or what she did. I was only asked to meet her here. So there she was. Not anything like what I had expected. She had short black hair and was of medium height.