Chapter 13 The Shadow In The Rain

• The hum was getting louder. Not the steady thrum of the transport’s engine, but something sharper—mechanical, high-pitched, and circling.
• I tightened my grip on the edge of the seat as the cabin light flickered once, twice, then went out completely. For a second, the only illumination came from the staccato flashes of lightning through the rain-smeared window. Each burst of light revealed the same thing: a dark silhouette hovering in the storm, matching our speed.
• “Tell me you’re seeing that,” I said, my voice lower than I intended.