The climb up the tower ladder took her through wind that tasted faintly metallic. Somewhere down below, a siren held a single note for too long and then broke. Romi pressed her back against the rusted framework and waited. Midnight came like a cut across the sky, a thin silver line. She checked the small recorder in her palm; the battery was weak but still warm from use.
Romi fired.
The use of slow-motion and rain effects is at its peak.
Kaelen froze behind her. “What was that?”
