Morgan's Choice
“Shouts and screams competed with crashes of chairs toppling, boots thudding. Somebody turned out the lights. Morgan dropped to the floor. In this dress she stood out like a beacon as well as not being able to move. She flung herself off the podium, pulled the dress up around her waist and crawled to the side of the hall using her augmented eyesight to avoid running feet. The attackers were shoving their way toward the stage but the audience fought back. If she could just get out of the hall she stood some sort of chance.
Getting caught was not an option. She eased forward, sticking to the wall.
Shouts, groans, thuds filled the air.
Something flopped down onto her. Her heart lurched.
“Quick. Cover the dress and follow me,” a voice hissed.
The guard. He’d brought the cloak. Forcing down the panic, she shrugged the dark material around herself and scurried after him along the side of the hall past a pile of struggling bodies. At the doorway, he poked a cautious head outside.
“Come on.
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