Baby

[Rune]

Gunshots were loud, and Rune wasn’t the only one that heard. For one thing, the weapon would signal police HQ upon discharge. Sirens wailed in the distance, and Rune was far too close to the crime scene than was comfortable. She pulled her hoodie up over her head and hurried onward.

The scent carried her to a drainage ditch. Like a long, dark crevice in the earth, she peered over the edge cautiously. Even with all her senses, the bottom of the ditch was cloaked in shadows. Anything could be squatting down there.

She pulled a flashlight, shining its white column of light into the darkness. It was probably a good 8 feet down. No ladders in and out nearby, but the scent wafted down the cliff-edge and if she didn’t hurry to follow, would begin to fade soon, something that made her job way harder.

With a grumble, she shimmied over the edge, knees scraping on the edge of the concrete slab wall until she was only dangling by the crooks of her fingers.

Then dropped.

Rune landed with a thud, whipped the flashlight as quick as she could and peered left and right. Nothing was waiting in ambush. So her nose led her onward. Right.

I’m comin’ for yah. Whatever it was.