Zarek moved like the wind, his eyes sharp and his intent blazing. Tracking down Malik was impossible—he knew that. With the ability to curve his bullets and his homing abilities, Malik could be practically anywhere. If he was also outside of the range for Zarek to detect easily, it was even more impossible to tell exactly where he was.
Even if he knew exactly where the man was, going toward the sniper with supersonic bullets and a homing ability sounded like death.
This was the only path to take, and it just so happened to be the most unpredictable one. Zarek liked that.
There was a wild grin on his face as he shot forward with even greater pace. His legs churned, his heart thrummed, and he well and truly felt alive.
The weight of his success and failure these last few weeks had pulled down his mood in more ways than one. Every twist and turn felt like he just might have to watch everything slip away from him.
