The Renegade’s Communication

“ Lawrence, you got ta pay attention, ” rasped a voice from the murk, and I whipped round, nearly losing my rifle. “ It’s time you knew what’s actually stirring beneath our ft. ”

I squinted into the dim mild of the abandoned storehouse where I’d arranged to fulfill every body with news. The air came heavy, thick with secrets and the tang of damp concrete. Standing before me changed into a triad of rugged numbers, their eyes glinting with urgency ...