(((Continued from
The Egocentric Predicament)))
Cherno carried the girl in his arms. Nudged open a back door in Saint Agatha's. And, with the church to his back and the narrow dirt side streets ahead and hardly any prying eyes to notice them, it was time to run.
Cherno and Kraait had caught a lucky break. Their story held up well enough, and the Major, it turned out, was one hell of a busy woman. Kraait and the girl in his arms were still in bad shape; the former with a bad gash on her leg, the latter some kind of head trauma—dried blood from her nose and mouth stuck to her face.
Bad news though. Cherno didn't know this part of Reajh well. All the small buildings around them looked incredibly unfamiliar. Shit, he might as well be in Arca or Ketra for all he knew.
Cherno slowed down a bit at the intersection of two of the dirt side streets; partly because he almost ran out of breath—first stairs, now this shit?—and partly because he had no idea where to go.
He glanced over to Kraait. Said in a hurry, "Hey, you know a safehouse or somethin' around here? Place where people won't ask too many questions? Anything like that?"
Damn that nagging little voice in the back of his head. Just kept saying that they were going to get caught. That guards were already on the way.
What a fuckin' day.
