I kept walking.
Whatever it was, it hadn't shown itself yet, and stopping in the middle of an open street while carrying medical supplies and two people who weren't combat-capable was not the response the situation called for. You keep moving. You assess while you move. You don't give whatever's out there the gift of a stationary target.
But the feeling didn't leave.
It had started as a chill, that moves down the spine from the inside rather than the outside. My Symbiote had reacted to something before my conscious mind had caught up to it, which meant whatever was out there was significant enough to register on a frequency most people didn't have access to. The fact that Cindy had felt it too, with her brand new radar, told me that I didn't just imagine it.
Something was out there.
"Cindy," I called quietly. "Your radar. Tell me what you're getting."
