Kant moved deeper through the hotel basement, keeping his steps light. He followed the faint shuffle of the scarred man's footsteps with laser focus.
Hunter slipped in a few moments after him, holding his tongue despite having a lot to say.
Just as Kant was moving further down the hall, his phone gave a quiet ding. He mentally cursed and slipped behind a corner.
He forgot to silence his phone? A few more petty mistakes like this, and he'd be leaving this place escorted by a grim reaper.
Kant quickly pulled out his phone and silenced it, glancing briefly at the screen. It was a text from Gabriel.
(Hale's back, just so you know. Can you send me your grandma's address?) 6:17 AM
The message made Kant realize he never sent a response to all those messages. It had completely slipped his mind.
The harsh click of a gun being cocked behind him snapped him out of it.
Kant dropped his phone, letting it clatter to the floor as he whirled around.
