Krossfire: ((install))

"I was told to expect... someone else."

It was 2:00 AM. The witching hour.

He yanked hard, using his momentum to throw the man backward, away from the road. krossfire

David looked up, his face pale as paper. "They would have found me anyway. If I gave this back... if I kept it... either way, I'm dead." "I was told to expect

The truck blared its horn, a deafening blast that shook Kross’s ribcage as it roared past, missing David by inches. The wind from the truck’s wake knocked them both to the ground. He yanked hard, using his momentum to throw

"He had a change of heart," Kross said, leaning his head back again and closing his eyes. "Almost had a change of life status, too."

As they pulled out onto the highway, merging into the river of red taillights and white headlights, Kross watched the motel sign disappear in the side mirror. The ‘V’ finally gave up its ghost, plunging the word into darkness.