Diana kept close to the wall, crouching as she scurried along it’s cool steel plating. She was following the map in her head from the terminal. Left. Straight. Straight. Left. Right. Every so often she would glance back over her shoulder and check that the boy genius was still with her.
He stayed close, and smiled that almost goofy smile each time she looked at him from under her dark hood.
Artemis looked down. The bow felt good in her hands, reassuring. She flexed the arrow’s fletching against its string. It was like having her arm back. After this whole day she was itching to plant its steel tip in Grodd. Deep.
The archer heard footsteps ahead. She held up a fist, stopping them both. These halls were too bright for her tastes, not enough places to hide...Read More