Chapter 709:
It was clear that Verruckt wasnât ready to let her slip away so easily. His men were still sniffing out anyone connected to the web of secrets.
âAllison, I saw you leaving the lab,â Gordonâs voice crackled in her earpiece, calm but edged with concern. âDo you need someone to pick you up?â
The city stretched vast and vacant before her, yet she felt the weight of unseen eyes. With every step, the silent watchers grew louder in her mind. She offered Gordon no reply, her lips pressed into a firm line.
Sensing the unusual silence, Gordon asked again, his voice sharper. âIs it inconvenient for you to talk right now?â Still, she remained mute, her focus fixed on her surroundings.
A pharmacy at the corner of the street caught her eye, and without breaking stride, she veered toward it. The move was seamless, almost as if she had intended to stop there all along. The staff of the pharmacy, nestled in a sparsely populated area, welcomed her with warmth and routine.
âWelcome to Stede Pharmacy. How can we assist you today?â Through her earpiece, Gordon caught the interaction and quickly triangulated her position.
His voice softened as he relayed, âYouâre close to Sanrik District. Head east and cross one more street â itâs the perfect place to lose whoeverâs tailing you.â
Allison acknowledged his advice silently, turning her attention to the clerk. âCould you get me hemostatic medicine and bandages, please?â Her tone was calm and measured.
âOf course.â
The casual response from Allison to the pharmacy staff eased Gordonâs tension. Her subtle acknowledgment of his advice confirmed that she was following the plan. With a small sigh of relief, he set down the earpiece and turned toward Amya. âIâm heading out to pick her up. Keep a close eye on Kellan through surveillance. Make sure nothing happens to him â Allison has enough on her plate without having to worry about him as well.â
Amya nodded knowingly. She paused, then asked, âShould we inform Mr. Lloyd about Verrucktâs movements?â
Gordonâs gaze hardened as he glanced at the feed showing Kellan nursing his wounds in the maintenance department.
âNo,â he replied curtly.
In fact, Kellanâs injuries, though severe, were a lesser concern to Gordon.
âAlright,â Amya nodded.
Following Gordonâs directions, Allison soon found herself in the heart of the Sanrik District. It was a cacophony of chaos â a stained canvas painted with graffiti, blood, and despair. Shadows flitted between corners where addicts and vagrants lingered. The air reeked of decay and marijuana, a nauseating cocktail of urban neglect.
The people tailing Allison arrived here too. They tread cautiously, their unease evident as they scanned the disarray around them.
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