Alyssa

Only a mile or so out from the rendezvous point, War veers off the road and kills the headlights.

The world disappears into black.

No streetlights. No houses. Just the restless hush of wind in the trees and the low tick of the engine cooling. 

He doesn't say a word.

Simply jerks his chin toward the passenger door. 

I remove my gun, get out, and follow War toward the back. Gravel crunches softly beneath my boots. He pops the rear door, reaches ...