Chapter Thirty-Eight
Damir jogged down the side of the street, his mottled gray cloak fluttering with his movement. He’d spotted mercs in this area earlier but no FSA troops. That made the day’s patrol route easy to decide. Everything would be easier with less risk of collateral damage. He slowed at the sound of a cough and murmurs above him, his prey making itself known.
The bombed-out four-story building beside him used to be an administrative center, judging by the scorched signage. Now it was just another tombstone in a dying city, one he’d helped murder when he was supposed to be saving it. He craned his neck upward but couldn’t see anything. A glance to his left revealed an emergency ladder and recent footprints in the dust below it.
Luck or destiny, or perhaps the Devil pulling h
