Velra moved through the alleys, dropping silently from a ledge.
She landed on cracked pavement without a sound.
In the center of the broken clearing ahead, the three men stood.
They were exactly as she remembered them.
Gurrak, hunched with wide shoulders and drool glistening at the corner of his mouth.
Gozmak was slapping a chunk of concrete with his calloused palm.
Droven sat on a beam, tossing a knife into the air and catching it with two fingers.
Velra stepped forward into the open.
Gurrak's head snapped up immediately.
His lips stretched into a grin.
"Well, well… Look who's come crawling back."
"Velra, baby girl. What brings you to our lovely little hole?"
Velra didn't answer.
Gozmak chuckled.
"Damn, she got taller. Still got those legs though."
Droven licked his teeth.
"Didn't think you'd come alone. Must've missed us."
Gurrak took a step forward, hands raised as if welcoming her.
"Don't be shy, sweetheart. What is it? You here for work? Or maybe…"
