Ezra took a deep breath and held it.

Tat-tat-tat-tat!

"Find him!"

Voices rang out from beyond the building—soldiers scouring the streets in search of him.

Westmoor was a virus-free city.

Which meant there were no mutant monsters to worry about, leaving the Duke of Lancaster’s private army free to comb the streets without restraint. That, however, worked against Ezra.

"Tch. How the hell am I supposed to get out of this?"