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Authors: Jessica Shirvington
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double-checked everything. Griffin, beside him, triple-checked.
When they seemed satisfied, Griffin said something to Lincoln that I couldn"t hear and made him laugh. A light, excited laugh by the expression on his face. One he never gave me. Not any more.
My airways tightened as I crouched I the shadows, the Exile Scripture tucked securely inside my backpack, which had remained strapped to me since the moment it had been transferred to me two hours ago. Every day since we had acquired it the Scripture had changed hands between Grigori - different partners responsible for keeping it safe for each twenty-four-hour period. Locking it away just hadn"t been safe enough.
Spence moved up behind the others and Lincoln slapped him on the shoulder, before covering up the guy-like gesture by giving him an awkward embrace. I could tell Spence was totally grossed out, but he played along. This was important.
Lincoln moved to the edge and aimed the crossbow that all of them had been drooling over since it arrived last week. He released the shot. It was good, clean. I followed the flash of silver to the Brighton building and smiled as it landed perfectly on point.
Right at Phoenix"s unflinching feet.
The Brighton building was mirror height to the Maddox, but there was a great distance separating the two - Steph had worked out that it was over a kilometre"s straight line.
Lincoln had outdone himself to make such a perfect night-shot first go. Then again, he was just that good.
I tried to keep my eyes on Phoenix, just visible thanks to the small amount of roof lightning, as he hooked himself up to the harness and rolled the Scripture into a canister which he then raised above his head. I tried to look for something that would alert us to any sign of sabotage, since we knew he"d be planning something, but my eyes wandered of their own, drifting back to the Maddox, back to Lincoln as he stood on the edge of the building. He was magnificent. Even from this distance, I could feel the pull towards him.
He of course, didn"t look in my direction once. He knew not to. None of them so much as glanced my way. Spence was strapping himself to the cable, taut at both ends, and I could see that Phoenix was ready to go.
It was almost time. Five minutes till eleven and on the hour both Phoenix and I were due to start the move towards the centre.
I worried for the millionth time that this plan wouldn"t work. Spence was good, he was really good. Standing on top of the Maddox, he looked exactly like me. Wearing not only my body, but my mannerisms and expressions, as practised, as well as my real clothes - back-up in case the glamour slipped at any time. Spence could conjure anything to complete his look, but having the support of real props only helped. He would have been able to fool anyone, even my father, but Phoenix was … Phoenix. He knew me, knew my emotions in ways no one else did. I was willing to bet they were very different from Spence"s.
Lincoln and Griffin fussed over Spence - glamoured as me - careful to ensure they reacted to and treated him in the same way they would me. Everything they did would be scrutinised from afar as Phoenix and his crew tried to see what our reserve plan could be.
I held my position, hidden by the night, guarding the Scripture that we had no intention of handing over. That was my job. The Scripture had been given to me as a last resort - my condition to agreeing to this whole set-up. There was no way I was going to sit back and let Spence dangle a hundred storeys up in the air, sharing the one high-wire with Phoenix, knowing that when Phoenix discovered it wasn"t me at all, anything would be possible and the only guarantee - it wouldn"t be good.
Griffin had agreed to let me be there. I was on top of the Atlantic, taller by five floors than the other buildings, giving me a slight advantage and better cover. I was equal distance from both Maddox and Brighton, forming the point to the triangle. Obviously, I
When they seemed satisfied, Griffin said something to Lincoln that I couldn"t hear and made him laugh. A light, excited laugh by the expression on his face. One he never gave me. Not any more.
My airways tightened as I crouched I the shadows, the Exile Scripture tucked securely inside my backpack, which had remained strapped to me since the moment it had been transferred to me two hours ago. Every day since we had acquired it the Scripture had changed hands between Grigori - different partners responsible for keeping it safe for each twenty-four-hour period. Locking it away just hadn"t been safe enough.
Spence moved up behind the others and Lincoln slapped him on the shoulder, before covering up the guy-like gesture by giving him an awkward embrace. I could tell Spence was totally grossed out, but he played along. This was important.
Lincoln moved to the edge and aimed the crossbow that all of them had been drooling over since it arrived last week. He released the shot. It was good, clean. I followed the flash of silver to the Brighton building and smiled as it landed perfectly on point.
Right at Phoenix"s unflinching feet.
The Brighton building was mirror height to the Maddox, but there was a great distance separating the two - Steph had worked out that it was over a kilometre"s straight line.
Lincoln had outdone himself to make such a perfect night-shot first go. Then again, he was just that good.
I tried to keep my eyes on Phoenix, just visible thanks to the small amount of roof lightning, as he hooked himself up to the harness and rolled the Scripture into a canister which he then raised above his head. I tried to look for something that would alert us to any sign of sabotage, since we knew he"d be planning something, but my eyes wandered of their own, drifting back to the Maddox, back to Lincoln as he stood on the edge of the building. He was magnificent. Even from this distance, I could feel the pull towards him.
He of course, didn"t look in my direction once. He knew not to. None of them so much as glanced my way. Spence was strapping himself to the cable, taut at both ends, and I could see that Phoenix was ready to go.
It was almost time. Five minutes till eleven and on the hour both Phoenix and I were due to start the move towards the centre.
I worried for the millionth time that this plan wouldn"t work. Spence was good, he was really good. Standing on top of the Maddox, he looked exactly like me. Wearing not only my body, but my mannerisms and expressions, as practised, as well as my real clothes - back-up in case the glamour slipped at any time. Spence could conjure anything to complete his look, but having the support of real props only helped. He would have been able to fool anyone, even my father, but Phoenix was … Phoenix. He knew me, knew my emotions in ways no one else did. I was willing to bet they were very different from Spence"s.
Lincoln and Griffin fussed over Spence - glamoured as me - careful to ensure they reacted to and treated him in the same way they would me. Everything they did would be scrutinised from afar as Phoenix and his crew tried to see what our reserve plan could be.
I held my position, hidden by the night, guarding the Scripture that we had no intention of handing over. That was my job. The Scripture had been given to me as a last resort - my condition to agreeing to this whole set-up. There was no way I was going to sit back and let Spence dangle a hundred storeys up in the air, sharing the one high-wire with Phoenix, knowing that when Phoenix discovered it wasn"t me at all, anything would be possible and the only guarantee - it wouldn"t be good.
Griffin had agreed to let me be there. I was on top of the Atlantic, taller by five floors than the other buildings, giving me a slight advantage and better cover. I was equal distance from both Maddox and Brighton, forming the point to the triangle. Obviously, I
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