The Sniper Behind The Rifle Knew My Breathing Better Than I Did

Hemlock, my voice clear and calm. “He was always better.”

And then I did something he didn’t predict. I slammed the data spike into the server hub.

The lights on the hub flashed green. The download began.

Hemlock’s face contorted in rage. He fired.

The shot threw me backward. A searing pain blossomed in my shoulder. But I held on, keeping the spike secure.continue reading …