“Don’t look at me. Look at the ground,” Officer Derrickson shouted, just like he’d practiced in his training.
But the other man didn’t look at the ground. Instead, he looked up, past the nervous, shaking officer. Derrickson, worried he’d missed a partner-in-crime ready for an ambush, turned his head.
Above him, a wall of dark clouds blotted out the sun. The black and gray mass pressed its invisible weight down on his shoulders with unrelenting force.
“My God,” he whispered.
The clouds answered, speaking as one with the man on the ground.
“Not yet. But we will be.”