The Van Helsing Conjecture – Excerpt No. 2

The hiker had grey eyes, with brown hair tied into a ponytail. Neither detail would turn heads. She blended into crowds, went unnoticed, and her passage was immediately forgotten. The latter was a trait she very much desired.

Something went whoosh past her left ear. The pause in her movements was nearly imperceptible, dismissable as a trick of the eye, but enough to alert the hunter that their prey was onto them. That was close!

There came another whoosh. She turned to evade but was too slow. The golden arrow buried itself into her backpack, followed by a dull thud as it struck a ballistic plate.

“Shit!” the woman swore and ran.