The Black Market Put a Price on Me

Leon smiled, not bothered at all. "You don't need to be hostile. I have two options for you. One: come with me and live. Two: keep hiding and end up in a dissection report." Lucy grabbed Noah's shoulder. "Don't go out. He's stalling." "Too late," Noah said. He could hear it now. Not footsteps. Something finer. Denser. Vibrations rising from the floor, the walls, the rebar inside the street. Everything around the print shop was beginning to glow with the same trapped frequency. Leon lifted his cane and tapped the pavement once. Every manhole cover on the block popped open at the same time. Six black-market enforcers vaulted up from the maintenance tunnels, moving with the discipline of trained hounds rather than street thugs.