Andrew Dobell

“I was trying to hide the evidence; stop them tracking me. They’ve not found me yet, so maybe it worked?’ she said, her voice becoming a touch brighter at the end of that sentence. The door to her apartment exploded off its hinges and fell to the floor between them. Frankie reacted almost instantly, rolling over the seat to find some cover from whatever had just made its entrance. She saw Gibson do the same, ducking behind the sofa as gunfire erupted through the door, spraying her apartment with bullets that slammed into the chair with a “WHUMP” as each one hit. A message flashed up in her vision. It was another one from Gibson.   - You had to say it didn’t you!-”
― Andrew Dobell, The New Prometheus