Author: Ms. Erika Winter

Aysha closed the door of the shipping container from the inside and then turned around to take Synchro’s arm and

Mikhail kept driving, and his neck was beginning to hurt from being so tense for so long, but he couldn’t

Gum had been true to their word and she left the Loophole that night with fifteen hundred in her account.

Aysha studied herself in the mirror, mostly checking to see how her bruises and scrapes were healing. She was topless,

She watched the streets from her perch on the second-floor balcony of a derelict building. The windows behind her had