One…
Tyler watched as Lauren recovered and made a mad dash towards him.
Two…
He glanced at his phone, a notification showed the progress of multiple file uploads. So far, thirty pictures and two videos had been uploaded with another just about complete.
Three…
Tyler glanced at Max whose eyes were tracking the spoon’s arc through the air.
Clearly, the concierge was not familiar with the tools of a modern war. That grenade going off was sure to be a novel experience for their host.
Four…
Tyler broke a smile. Meanwhile, Lauren collided with enough force that she toppled him over.
“Fuck you!” Tyler swore.
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 Pexels.
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