Chapter 7: Orz. Period.
He knew he was in trouble.
No, not from Gwen this time (at least).
Still, bullet’s flying at your immediate direction doesn’t seem to be that much of a consolation, either.
Safely ducked behind some random car that conveniently served as a shield for the hail-fire of lead, Ben could only silently thank the owner of said car.
His insurance company’s gonna have a cow with this one…
Swearing profusely at the black-and-white device that now glowed red on his wrist, Ben only hoped that Gwen was faring out better. Continue reading