Birthright

He chuckled but his brow creased in confusion. “What are you talking about, I’m not going anywhere.” Brian climbed over the wall and started down the metal ladder. Each footstep sent a vibration the length of the structure. “At least,” he said, jumping to the ground, “Not on purpose.” He wiped rust off his palms and dug in his pocket for the tapes. He extended them to the descending brunette.