Helena gripped the steering wheel of her car as she drove. It was night, and the city lights casted a hazy glow on the rain-slicked streets.
Even as she searched for the key to breaking the lock on the well, she was still Captain of the peacekeepers. And as the Captain, she was had responsibilities, burdens, that that could not be abandoned.
Her officers all looked up to her protect them as they went about their businesses. She felt the weight of that responsibility as she pulled into the parking lot.
The parking lot was nearly empty, the vast expanse of concrete dotted with only a few vehicles.
She maneuvered her car into a spot close to the entrance, cutting the engine with a sigh.
Just as she was about to step out, her phone rang, the screen flashing a familiar number. It was the Arbiter.
She frowned, wondering why the woman was calling her. She hesitated before answering, a sense of unease creeping in.
