BLOODY HORIZON

CHAPTER EIGHTY ONE

°°° The Infernal Void °°°

• Lower-class condos •

In the unit allotted to Lower Nine, Sean Walker and Emily Sanders, the Lower Four imposters, sat on a workout bench in the living room turned gym. The beads of sweat on her face and her twitching at the slightest of sounds, even at the momentary complete silence, were indicators that she was scared witless.

She had been assured that the risks involved in this mission were going to be little to none. She had further assured herself that with a sister as powerful as Radial Jameson, a Radial ranked at Sequence One of the Radial ranks, nothing could go wrong, but here she was, sitting in the target’s unit, not bound but afraid to leave.

He had been gone for about twenty minutes, but she couldn’t bring herself to leave. She, for some reason, knew that her handler, Radial Jameson, was dead. If not literally, she knew she was dead morally and was probably being tortured.

She sat in silence, afraid of the unknown. She