WAR PLANET: The Phantom

Chapter 115.2

A bitter chill had sunken into the small corridor, the first signs of fall taking the warmth from anything below ground. The satchel at Veronica's side was lined with chocolate coated cookies, and a gross bouquet of raw vegetables one of the chefs had prepared for her. There wasn't a question in her mind as to which one the boy would grab first, the trick was finding where he was hiding this time.

She came to the hatch, standing atop her small stool as she prepared to push it open. But a sound from the other side stopped her, muffled voices conversing, passing, and fading. Her heartbeat thrummed.

The boy had been the only one she had ever seen near the walls, and the people that had passed definitely didn't sound like children.

Veronica cracked the hatch for a hair of a view, the embroidered red cloaks of two foot soldiers barely in her sights. Their helmets were rustic bronze domes, lacking the vibrant red and white crests that adorned castle guards. They were street patrols—but she