Episode 03 - Ghost-Eye - 2/8

All the windows they passed were shuttered against the afternoon heat, even the prefab barracks near the center of town. The Empire's black patrol cars, parked in smart rows, had been dulled and grimed, looking now like desert creatures. Like the lean prospectors hurrying through the streets, shoulders hunched

as they clung to their secrets.

With his rifle, Coyote tapped Sai's leg, stopping him in front of a building just off Main Street. It was green and brown and faded. It looked septic, with flaking paint as a rotting scab. Wearing a clean smile, Coyote nodded to the door. Sai walked up the three sagging steps and grasped the doorknob, ready to face what was on the other side. He turned the handle and shoved.

The sun remained at his back, hot and dry as nothing happened.

"Door kinda sticks," Coyote said.

Tendons tightening, Sai shoved the door and strode into the building. He blinked. He stood in a cramped anteroom, with dirty light cutting in behind him to splash across another door.