Three openings appeared from out of the ceiling. The void was quickly filled as a turret dropped into place.
Eighty seconds…
“Horsefeathers!” Clara swore.
The turrets locked into place and trained on her. She transitioned into a run, flapped her wings to gain altitude. Once she was three metres above the marble floors, she dove towards the desk.
Eighty-five seconds…
The turrets engaged, leaving craters in the marble. Only once she was entirely behind the counter, did the turrets cease.
Ninety seconds…
Disclaimer: This excerpt from The Van Helsing Impetus is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth. The image is sourced from Pixabay.
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