Hanks knew something was wrong because it wasn’t just Shade he heard crying out in pain. Out in the streets he heard dozens of voices shouting and screaming. He peeked out of the side street they were hunkered in a spied several Death-Hunters falling to their knees or stumbling off rooftops. Soldiers were keeping their distance, but they had stopped firing to watch them writhe in agony. “This can’t be good” he whispered, turning back to the young man on his hands and knees.
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