Chapter 17
Irina's POV
It's been a long, long year. I remember talking with him online.
"IRINA. HAVE INTEL ON COVENANT ENDGAME. NEED TO DISCUSS." My eyes danced quickly over the entry on my screen, and I typed out a simple response.
"What do you need?"
"I NEED INFORMATION ABOUT THE PASSENGER," he had typed back. (One disadvantage of posing as an English teacher for as long as I did is that the fact that he omitted a period irks me.)
I had managed to get "How did you fi…" typed when I heard movement behind me. I had turned just in time to see Elena jab a needle into my neck.
When I woke up next, I was in that d hole in the ground.
I hear a siren in the background and quickly head over to my bag. I didn't have much in the way of clothes when I left Savogda, but since so many people had died there, finding an ample supply of cash, clothing, and certain weapons was relatively simple.
While I know that it's not proper etiquette to steal from dead people, I rationalize it by reminding myself that this stuff is not going to get used anyway.
The siren is getting closer, and I cautiously peer through the window curtains. The cop car stops in front of the Wal-Mart across the street. Quickly opening my bag, I pull out the binoculars.
As I survey the front of the store, it's clear that there's a mass panic. People are looting, and I see the cop run out and un-holster his gun.
The man with the grocery cart stops running and puts his hands behind his head. Suddenly I see another man sneak up behind the cop with a wooden board and swings it at the officers head. My eyes widen as the cop crumples to the ground at the impact.
I quickly turn on the TV, where I see a reporter standing in the middle of utter chaos. I'm listening as hard as I can to figure out what's going on.
Only one thought comes to mind as the report continues. I need to contact Jack.
…TBC…