Deck Three

Photo by Antonia Lombardi // Unsplash <Continued from Blackmail Still clean. Spotless. Unsettling. Ameka’s grip tightened on her gun. The lights flickered every so often. Industrial ticking down the hall. Minor damage—a broken console, dents in the walls, shattered glass underneath a broken lamp—but no signs of life, live or dead, other than her and […]