I had two choices.
- I could make a blind run for the Bazaar and its promise of escape.
- I could make a blind run for Oracle’s place and hope she would help.
Bazaar, no question.
My legs pumped at zig-zagged through unknown streets, dodging people and a jumble of rough-plank kiosks as I went.
I was disoriented, confused, discombobulated, and a whole host of other things that meant I had no idea where I was going.
Shouts rang out behind me but whether they were from any pursuers or just the angry shouts of people I’d knocked aside, I don’t know.
I rounded a corner and there in front of me in all its glory was the Bazaar. I’d made it!
The platform where I’d gotten off the train washed in and out of sight as throngs of people moved past it in waves. Then I saw them.
Men.
Big Men.
Several of them, standing beside the platform with their heavily muscled arms folded across barrel-like chests.
Watching.
For me.