Veridian Sight – VOL.2 ; Fractured Sight
Chapter 11: The Shadow’s Reconnaissance
Elias arrived at the outskirts of the diner, his senses on high alert. The scene was chaotic.
He stayed back, observing from the shadows. He needed to assess the situation, to understand Silas’s plan, before he rushed in blindly.
He used his enhanced hearing to listen to the police radio chatter. He learned that Silas and his crew were holding several hostages, including Martha and Sarah. He also learned that the authorities suspected a trap and that Silas was expecting a confrontation.
He focused his “Veridian Sight,” taking a quick, controlled inhalation to enhance his perception. The diner shimmered and distorted, revealing the positions of Silas and his crew inside. He could see their weapons, their movements, their energy signatures.
Silas was positioned near the center of the diner, his knife gleaming in his hand. Razor guarded the hostages, her eyes darting nervously. Hammer stood near the entrance, a hulking figure blocking the doorway. Whisper was near the back, working on some kind of device, its purpose unclear.
Elias also saw the hostages, their fear palpable, their energy signatures flickering with distress. He knew he had to get them out of there, but he also knew he couldn’t rush in unprepared. Silas had a plan, and Elias needed to understand it before he made his move.
He scanned the diner’s exterior, looking for entry points, for weaknesses. He noted the boarded-up windows, the reinforced doors, and the lack of any obvious escape routes. Silas had sealed them in, creating a pressure cooker.
He also noticed something else. A faint, almost imperceptible energy field surrounding the diner, pulsating with an unnatural rhythm. It was subtle, but it was there, and it felt… familiar.
It was the same energy signature he had felt from the alien object on the highway.
A chilling realization washed over him. Silas wasn’t just a criminal; he was connected to something larger, something more dangerous. The whispers of the crimson wind were echoing in Clover Creek again, and this time, they were tied to a human face.