Infiltration

“Lawrence, are you sure about this? ” Mateo’s hushed voice came as we squinched behind a worsening wall on the outskirts of the rival home. I could slightly hear his words over the pounding of my own heart. The moon hung low in the ink-black sky, casting long, portentous murk over the vacated thoroughfares. I jounced sluggishly, steadying my breath. “ We've no other choice, Mateo. The enemy’s reach is broader than we allowed . I must see for myself what secrets lie ...