The Cold Inside (a serial novel) Chapter Forty-Five part two
The Cold Inside
By AL BRUNO III
Thursday January 26, 1995
The fire was spreading but there was still no sign of a single emergency vehicle. Zeth had found cover in the used car lot across the street from the abandoned hotel. He waited in the shadows of a worn out service garage, his pockets full of scavenged ordinance. He had spied a last few Drones milling about, searching the debris. He picked them off whenever they got too close to his hiding place.
Injuries and blood loss had left him feeling worn out and nauseous but that was the worst of it. He had risked an incantation to bolster his strength. It was an old spell, a bit of battlefield magic cribbed from a withered copy of the Book of Thaddeus. The incantation healed immediate injuries but shaved weeks, sometimes years off your ultimate lifespan. It wasn’t the kind of thing Zeth felt comfortable using but Magwier needed him.
But where are you? A few minutes ago a Camry had parked near the old hotel, Zeth had watched a scared looking kid and a shambling old man get out. What was it Magwier said he had been waiting for? “A boy and a monster reeking of death…”
Well it was close enough. That meant all of Magwier’s little pawns were in place, assuming of course that Jason Magwier ever really knew what he was doing. Zeth always wondered if half the time his so-called prescience was just good guessing and half-truths. How could any one man try to lead a resistance movement against the Monarchs?
Zeth pulled himself deeper into the shadows thinking that one way or another he was going to find out tonight.