The sirens of three patrol cars wailed in the distance, their blue lights refracting through the torrential rain. They had him pinned against the harbor. Detective Stoyanov stepped out of the lead car, megaphone in hand.
Stoyanov lowered his megaphone, the rain soaking through his uniform. He watched the small shape vanish into the heart of the gale. For that moment, the laws of men were irrelevant. Viktor was gone, carried away by the only force that couldn't be bribed or broken. He was finally above the law, moving with the wind. nad_zakona_ss_vyatra
As the officers sprinted toward the pier, Viktor didn't jump into the water. He ran toward the edge of the sea wall. With a snap of the release cord, the reinforced fabric of his wing caught a massive gust. It didn't just lift him; it violently yanked him into the dark sky. The sirens of three patrol cars wailed in