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Demetria’s question, but it was one that was on all of their minds. Dylan turned to look at the gargoyle.
“The most logical conclusion would be Genero. But Genero was leveled in the explosion thirty-five years ago. And the ruins were excavated for materials years ago. There’s nothing left there.”
“There were other places where Lily and her scientists conducted experiments.” Wilhelm stood, pulling away from Donna’s arms. “I’m surprised he hasn’t mentioned that to you.”
Dylan looked at Stiles again. “Is that true?”
He nodded. “There were several, but none were as active as Genero.”
“But if the scientists left behind notes, or records of their work, anyone with a scientific background could have found it and done this.”
“I don’t think that’s possible.”
“Why not?” Demetria asked.
Stiles stood; he was just as restless as Wilhelm was. But he didn’t begin to pace as Wilhelm was doing. He just stood there in front of the couch, his hands on his hips.
“Because I know where the notes Matthew made are. And I know that most of the other facilities were leveled in the war.”
“But not all of them,” Demetria said.
“Not all.”
Demetria sat back in her chair, flopping like a teenager. It was funny because she still looked the same as she had when Dylan was a ward in the dormitory where Demetria was the headmistress. She still had the same dark hair and the same frown lines on either side of her mouth. She still looked like she was a woman in her mid-thirties even though she had to be at least seventy, maybe even much older than that. The gargoyles, apparently, didn’t age, either.
Donna was the only one in the room that showed signs of time passing. But even she was still as pretty as she had been at seventeen.
“It had to have been modified by a human. If a gargoyle had done it, I would know about it. And if there were angels hanging around,” she gestured toward Stiles and Dylan, “I’m sure the two of you would be aware of it, right?”
Stiles nodded right away, but Dylan wasn’t sure that was true. She had many of the powers angels had, but hers were different, stronger in some ways. But she didn’t hear other angels the way she suspected Stiles did sometimes.
Maybe her radio to heaven was broken.
“And,” Demetria continued, “I doubt that some force of nature altered it. If that was the case, it would have cropped up years ago. The angel disease was pretty much eradicated when Miss Dylan sent the angels all back to heaven nearly forty years ago.”
“So, we’re looking for notes or equipment that someone might have taken from one of these facilities.”
“Not we.” Stiles stepped in front of Dylan. “You should go back home and keep an eye on things.”
She shook her head. “No, I won’t. I won’t just sit there and watch people die. I need to do something.”
“Dylan…” Stiles glanced at Donna, clearly concerned that the others in the room might overhear something he didn’t want them to hear.
We don’t know who might be out there, what their intentions might be. And it is still my mission to make sure you’re safe.
Then you’ll have to come along.
Stiles groaned. “You’re so stubborn.”
Dylan stood up, pushing him back slightly with the movement of her body. “I wouldn’t be me if I wasn’t.” she moved around him and stood in front of Demetria. “Do we know where these places are?”
Demetria shrugged. “I have a vague idea.”
“I know who would know,” Wilhelm said.
Dylan glanced at him, waving her hand to encourage him to speak.
“The head of the resistance.”
Jimmy.
Chapter 11
Stiles took Dylan’s hand after all the arrangements were made and they were soon back on the park bench where they had started. Stiles started to pull away, but Dylan drew his hand into her lap and held on.
“Tell me.”
He didn’t ask what she was talking about because he knew exactly what she wanted to know. And he
“The most logical conclusion would be Genero. But Genero was leveled in the explosion thirty-five years ago. And the ruins were excavated for materials years ago. There’s nothing left there.”
“There were other places where Lily and her scientists conducted experiments.” Wilhelm stood, pulling away from Donna’s arms. “I’m surprised he hasn’t mentioned that to you.”
Dylan looked at Stiles again. “Is that true?”
He nodded. “There were several, but none were as active as Genero.”
“But if the scientists left behind notes, or records of their work, anyone with a scientific background could have found it and done this.”
“I don’t think that’s possible.”
“Why not?” Demetria asked.
Stiles stood; he was just as restless as Wilhelm was. But he didn’t begin to pace as Wilhelm was doing. He just stood there in front of the couch, his hands on his hips.
“Because I know where the notes Matthew made are. And I know that most of the other facilities were leveled in the war.”
“But not all of them,” Demetria said.
“Not all.”
Demetria sat back in her chair, flopping like a teenager. It was funny because she still looked the same as she had when Dylan was a ward in the dormitory where Demetria was the headmistress. She still had the same dark hair and the same frown lines on either side of her mouth. She still looked like she was a woman in her mid-thirties even though she had to be at least seventy, maybe even much older than that. The gargoyles, apparently, didn’t age, either.
Donna was the only one in the room that showed signs of time passing. But even she was still as pretty as she had been at seventeen.
“It had to have been modified by a human. If a gargoyle had done it, I would know about it. And if there were angels hanging around,” she gestured toward Stiles and Dylan, “I’m sure the two of you would be aware of it, right?”
Stiles nodded right away, but Dylan wasn’t sure that was true. She had many of the powers angels had, but hers were different, stronger in some ways. But she didn’t hear other angels the way she suspected Stiles did sometimes.
Maybe her radio to heaven was broken.
“And,” Demetria continued, “I doubt that some force of nature altered it. If that was the case, it would have cropped up years ago. The angel disease was pretty much eradicated when Miss Dylan sent the angels all back to heaven nearly forty years ago.”
“So, we’re looking for notes or equipment that someone might have taken from one of these facilities.”
“Not we.” Stiles stepped in front of Dylan. “You should go back home and keep an eye on things.”
She shook her head. “No, I won’t. I won’t just sit there and watch people die. I need to do something.”
“Dylan…” Stiles glanced at Donna, clearly concerned that the others in the room might overhear something he didn’t want them to hear.
We don’t know who might be out there, what their intentions might be. And it is still my mission to make sure you’re safe.
Then you’ll have to come along.
Stiles groaned. “You’re so stubborn.”
Dylan stood up, pushing him back slightly with the movement of her body. “I wouldn’t be me if I wasn’t.” she moved around him and stood in front of Demetria. “Do we know where these places are?”
Demetria shrugged. “I have a vague idea.”
“I know who would know,” Wilhelm said.
Dylan glanced at him, waving her hand to encourage him to speak.
“The head of the resistance.”
Jimmy.
Chapter 11
Stiles took Dylan’s hand after all the arrangements were made and they were soon back on the park bench where they had started. Stiles started to pull away, but Dylan drew his hand into her lap and held on.
“Tell me.”
He didn’t ask what she was talking about because he knew exactly what she wanted to know. And he
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