At the same time as Elora's warning, Emma's intuition also reared its head. She prodded Erik's side and whispered, "Sir? I can't shake this feeling that we're being watched." Her gaze darted nervously between the empty buildings.
Only now did Erik, too, feel the weight of unseen eyes upon them. It appeared this town might not be as deserted as it appeared.
He cautiously eyed his surroundings. "I suppose we'll have to deal with that then."
He put thoughts of the memory he just relived out of his mind for now but reminded himself to talk to Elora about it later. His father said some things that, while innocent at the time, seemed a lot more interesting considering what he knew now.
They were currently right in the middle of a broad street. If the small town of Kirkenes could be considered to have a main street sporting most of the town's cafes and shops, then this was it.
It was the perfect place for an ambush.