Shadows of the Firstcome: Unwelcome visitors

“Was it a mistake to freeze the djinn?” Al Hamra asked, flinching a little as a bullet struck the air hockey table he was hiding behind. The whine of gunfire echoed around the sumptuous lounge, and something valuable cracked loudly in the ricochet from the gunshot. Al Hamra winced and touched a thin, dark-skinned hand [ ]