FOOTSTEP BEHIND HIM ....
He forced himself to turn. Three soldiers of the Sixth Army blocked his retreat. All three carried crossbows that tracked him unerringly despite the black leather bands that covered their eyes and prevented him from jumping to another body. His heart began to pound. As he couldn't go back, he went on.
The remainder of the army, similarly shielded, waited in the area around the tower wall. He couldn't count the number of crossbows aimed at his heart. He tried, then decided it didn't matter when one would be enough. A slight figure dressed in black beckoned to him from the top of the wall.
Suddenly he stared down at where he'd been and, from that exact place, Vree stared up at him.
"Time to die," announced a familiar voice.
No. Before he finished turning, a noose settled around his neck.
Vree smiled and pulled it tighter. "Long past time to die .... "
