Tian followed the agent’s scent out of Madchester and up into Manchester, across the park and to a pub. He pushed open the door – not seeing the agent that had invaded the court, just a local and a recruit holding a conversation with a dartboard whilst munching on chips.
‘I don’t serve goblins in here!’ the barman called. ‘Go drink out of a feckin’ trough!’
He ignored the barman and turned to the local agent. ‘Where’d he go?’ Continue reading “28 – Duty”