I decided to scout one of the locations I discovered during my last night raid, so I took Max along. Since he kept giving me weird looks, I could hear his unspoken words, I am not allowed to scout alone.
I was wondering who the boss is, if he was treating me like that.
On our way, the attack didn't announce itself with explosions.
It began with silence, too much of it.
Mondrovia's central district was never quiet, not at midday, not with traffic snarling below the elevated walkways and vendors shouting over one another, but the moment my vehicle crossed the western checkpoint, the city seemed to inhale and forget how to exhale.
I felt it before anyone else spoke.
A pressure behind my eyes is causing distortion at the edges of my thoughts. Obviously, 'The Veil' never struck without preparation.
"Stop the car," I ordered.
Max turned sharply from the passenger seat. "Adrian—"
"Now."
