Re: The Next Adventure - Part One
"I understand," Lucinda says.
Louis simply nods and unlimbers her rifle. Clearly, she intends to present the look of a woman not to be taken lightly.
The trio heads west down the sidewalk, following the westbound street toward the Thieves Way, the main road that passes west of the Harbor District, though there are now several blocks of buildings beyond.
They arrive at the cross street where the cabbie said he dropped of the three. The gathering dusk is met by the yellow gaslights, although they are few and widely spaced in this part of town. The smells of coal dust, manure, and the ever-present Martian dust compete for top billing, and a light wind rustles down from the north, bringing with it a flurry of discarded papers and other light trash.