The Well at Aster Park

One main line carried a flow that sounded wrong: heavy, slow, like something that didn't belong in a city at all. They had just turned a bend when two security men appeared ahead, dragging a worker in coveralls between them. A burlap sack covered his head. His ankles were bloodied raw. He was struggling hard enough to make muffled sounds. "Take the shot," Ethan said. Maria's hands shook, but she raised the camera. Ethan moved first, fast enough to look like a shadow. The first guard started to raise his gun and Ethan was already in his space, driving an elbow into his throat. The second reached for a stun baton, but Ethan heard the tiny charging whine before the tip sparked. He slipped aside and drove the man into the wall.