Decker followed the Bastard’s synth-leather jacket into the emergency stairwell he and Lamar had broken into on the way up. Down a spiral of darkness, a chorus of footsteps echoing on metal. They exited the stairs quickly, guns out, then maneuvered the first floor slowly, sidestepping, checking every dark corner.
Then they were out in the back street. Garbage piled up around the buildings, spilling into the street and cramming the smell of years of human waste and neglect into your sinuses and down your throat. [Read more…]