wolf-petal

Heavy foot falls were drowned out in the heavy down pour of rain. Cars zoomed past; the near blinding rain not stopping the busy streets of New York, not even in these hours of night. Christine thought she had out ran those goons at Astergo a year ago, but the basters were persistent.         Turning a corner into a dead end Christine looked behind her just in time to see a Astergo car pull up, blocking her path out. But un-like the other assassins these goons chased, Christine was a master climber like her fathers before her. She may have left the assassin's hide out, but not before learning a thing or too. She scaled the building in re