The streets were dead quiet, and the night air chilly.
Noah streaked through the shadows, boots pounding against cobblestones slick with the night's damp, his cloak snapping in the breeze behind him.
Above, the moon hung in the air, casting thin light over the entire district.
In the distance, the hazy shimmer of the barrier erected by the Investigation Authority sealed off the perimeter, glowing faintly for all to see.
No one could go in or out without the Investigation Authority's permission.
That meant only one thing. Snake was trapped in here with him.
Noah's orange eyes narrowed.
The dart that had buried itself into Marlon during the fight hadn't been a random act. It had been an intervention.
A calculated effort to keep the man in the fight.
That meant there was a silent hand pulling strings from the shadows.
Snake.
And now, Noah intended to drag him into the open.
A flash of movement caught his eye.
