I stand in the deep shadows as the rebels begin arriving, filing through the bowels of the abandoned building they chose for their meeting. The rebel meetings move around, something my men and I have long been aware of. Though I'd given my people instruction to track the rebels and discover their whereabouts, meetings are rarely interrupted by an outside force. The residents of the slums are hesitant to speak, and I've never given the order to threaten them with harm until now.
With Taran's life and loyalty on the line, my hunt for Xavier Gunther has become a vicious game of cat and mouse leading to this moment. My men and I stormed through the sections of the city reserved for the poorer classes and illegals, banging on doors and terrifying the residents. We met with little resistance
