Chapter 1:35 My Name Is Batty, Xoxo Nyx

Chapter 1:35 My Name Is Batty, Xoxo Nyx

The shatter of glass joins with the flat lining ping of a flash bomb, zinging through my senses, and I guess the soldier in me isn't dead.

With a flapping rocket launcher, whirring through the glass and detonating behind a half brick wall planter, in front of the restrooms, I must have found the right channel.

I drop the table to the ground, which rouses the formerly passed out Jonathan. Tucking George close to my body with the initial wave of automatic bullets.

Something the staff is surprised by, if the screams mixed with the shocked horror of their dead faces strewn across the polished white floors is any indication.

I protect my head and ears as best I can, forcing George to do the same until there is a break in the blasts. Everyone has to reload eventually, and it’s rare that teams are trained enough or equipped enough to work in waves.

Part of me knows that we are in a café.