La Grandia Part 13
Matthew Ryan Fischer
Seven lost sight of the others in the crowd. He angry with
himself. They couldn’t stay in the building, but he knew the halls were a risk.
He should have had another option. Tear down a wall? Break a window? He wasn’t
sure, but he knew he should have been better prepared.
Trapped in the moment, surrounded, unable to concentrate, all he
could do now was react. His eyes darted back and forth, scanning the crowd.
His father was missing.
Gideon was missing.
Gidon had his guards, he was probably fine.
Seven saw Sixty-six in a fight with three men. Sixty-Six was a
killer.
But if he was here, who was watching Gideon?
Seven recognized family men, body guards from Naxis, and tattoos
from some low-level street gangs. Reapers or something like that. The world was
falling apart and no one respected The Dragons.
Seven recognized Declan, but was certain he wasn’t here as a
friend or family. There was another officer, who was busy trying to get his
hands on Sixty-Six. If they were here, it was only a matter of time before more
police would arrive. It really was time to go. As long as the exits weren’t
blocked yet.
Seven thought about engaging the officers, but he had to prioritize.
He kicked the officer in the back and that made him let go of Sixty-Six’s arm.
Yaz had been stabbed. Junko was trying to help him stand. Seven
turned to Sixty-six.
“We have to go!”
Sixty-Six helped Seven pick Yaz up and the group limped off
towards the back loading docks. Seven looked around for Gideon or his father,
but couldn’t find them.
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