Escape part 9

In the relative safety of a shadowed alcove, I tear off the wrapping of the battle-won parcel. A simple note inside the package bearing only an address and a single name. The bird's disapproving hiss at the name gives me an uneasy feeling deep in my stomach. Zasha.

"No way. Not her" The words barely reach my ears, my mind is already made up as I step briskly into the rain. "She's too risky, too dangerous!" This time the bird's admonishing rings out with only the stormy sky as audience.