Author's Note: This is an ongoing nightmare that Sister Helena is having.
Victoria’s team arrived at the safe house and brought the converter inside. After it was secure, Victoria went out onto the porch to recollect upon her recent mission. All was quiet. Victoria’s felt unease gnawing at her. Something was not right.
There was no distant hum of traffic.
No hum of city life.
Just pure silence.
Then—she could see a faint light coming towards her. The light came closer… then closer…
“S**t!” It was the black pickup.
Victoria pulled her radio from her belt and her pistol from her holster. “Defensive positions!” Victoria barked as she made a beeline for a large bush that concealed an entrance to a basement to hide.