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Prologue: HUNT
The ripples of the Sokovian conflict spread further and deeper than she had thought. Clearly, the media weren’t interested in the lives left behind; it had always been easier to glamourize the memoriam of those who died, of those who made a sacrifice. The displaced are forgotten.
Her hunt had taken her to the border of Slovakia, and she’d been forced through the broken country of Sokovia on her way. Even now, a few months after the fight, the earth still smouldered, cracks widened, people wept and bled. The clean-up seemed to have been just as brutal, the teams of foreigners pouring into Sokovia forcing the people out to make way for their ‘good-deeds’. She had walked the exodus of the Sokovian public, had travelled the craggy roads to the border crossing, had slept and ate alongside them for a time.
There was a distant terror in the eyes of the people who had settled – albeit temporarily – in the aid-camps at the Slovakian border. She wondered if their saviours knew what they had left behind.
She couldn’t stay with them long. She had a mission of her own, and it would be conducted in the shadows that had been left to linger.