Page 11 of Scars of Fate

Not military.

Dust-covered.

Civilian.

Two armed men climbed out, each taking one end of a small wooden crate. A third unlocked the warehouse door, and they carried it inside.

I frowned.

“Ammunition.”

Adam lowered his binoculars.

“You sure?”

“That crate was small enough for one man to carry, but it took two.”

“Heavy.”

“And compact.”

“Ammunition,” Adam agreed.

“They’re preparing for a fight.”

My instincts screamed louder.

No.

Not preparing.

Leaving.

I focused on the warehouse entrance.

The guards weren’t relaxed anymore. They kept looking toward the eastern road.

Waiting.

“They’re moving tonight.”

Adam didn’t ask how I knew.

He simply trusted me.

“When?”

I glanced at the moon.

“Within the hour.”

“You can feel it?”

“I can.”

He smiled.

“That’s why you’re here.”