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Authors: Jessica Shirvington
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had to be far enough that Phoenix wouldn"t sense me unless I wanted him to and I"d ensured I was at sufficient remove from Lincoln so he wouldn"t be distracted by me. Not that I was certain I distracted him like he did me, but just in case.
I checked my watch. One minute.
This is a bad idea. A very, very bad idea.
I"d half expected Steph to have called me. I"d told her if she did I"d let her stay on the line as it all went down. I wasn"t doing anything else.
Guess she"s caught up with the research thing again.
Phoenix was right on the edge, the Scripture was easily visible, as per rules, hanging from a strap around his neck. Spence-as-me was on the edge, too. Lincoln and Griffin had moved back into place, guarding the line and in position should something go wrong - as in, someone-cutting-the-line wrong.
11 p.m.
Phoenix dropped into open air, dangling from the high-wire in his harness, looking like he did this every day. It was a basic zip-line set-up, without the zip. Both he and Spence were harnessed, but needed to pull arm over arm to make the distance. Spence dropped with a little less finesse. They both started to monkey forwards.
Reaching halfway to the middle, they were moving at a similar speed.
My heart was pounding - I couldn"t shake the feeling that something was wrong, very wrong.
Phoenix moved athletically, but was it his usual fluidity? I looked closer, trying to figure out what had me so worried. But, shielding myself like I was, I couldn"t push out my senses.
It was useless. It made me nervous that Phoenix"s face was hidden by a hoddie. I wished I could speak with Lincoln or Griffin, double-check if anyone had actually seen it was him.
I turned my attention back to Spence. He was making good headway and I knew by now he"d be working hard on controlling his emotions, trying to neutralise them as much as possible in the way we"d practised. The fake Scripture dangled from a leather strap, slung diagonally across his body, and he reached down a few times to adjust it.
I glanced at my phone again, my breath leaving light wisps of smoke in the frosty air. It had only taken them fifteen minutes to reach the centre, which was impressive. I strained to see everything through the darkness. They each pulled their Scriptures from around their necks
Everything was going according plan.
So why is something at me that it"s time to panic?
Spence held out his Scripture. That was one of the other reasons why it had taken so long to agree on the exchange. We"d been stalling. It takes a long time to make a false ancient replica. In the end, we"d only had enough time to make the outside look convincing.
When Phoenix opened the Scripture he"d know, but that was the other reason why we"d agree to this particular exchange - he wasn"t likely to hand around in mid-air to check it. We hoped.
They made the swap, slowly, as agreed. I looked over to the Brighton. The exiles Phoenix had brought were two of his best. Diplomatically, one light and one dark. We"d been profiling his group for the last month, collecting information on them all so I knew the two on the roof. Gressil, once a Power of Dark, had a particular strength in turning men against women, luring them into impurity in exchange for luxurious indulgences. The other was Olivier, once an Archangel of Light. They"d both been there, in Jordan, but it was Gressil who we suspected had taken down Rudyard.
The two were an unlikely team. We had good intel that told us they despised each other, which was interesting given their powers were so similar. Olivier"s strength was iin provoking mercilessness. The two of them working together made a very dangerous force.
And they were now almost always at Phoenix"s left and right.
My hand was itching to press the call button on my phone. I had Lincoln"s number up on-screen.
I was just about to make the call when Phoenix reached up and pushed it back.
Definitely him.
I sighed. I"d almost blown it - thinking they were
I checked my watch. One minute.
This is a bad idea. A very, very bad idea.
I"d half expected Steph to have called me. I"d told her if she did I"d let her stay on the line as it all went down. I wasn"t doing anything else.
Guess she"s caught up with the research thing again.
Phoenix was right on the edge, the Scripture was easily visible, as per rules, hanging from a strap around his neck. Spence-as-me was on the edge, too. Lincoln and Griffin had moved back into place, guarding the line and in position should something go wrong - as in, someone-cutting-the-line wrong.
11 p.m.
Phoenix dropped into open air, dangling from the high-wire in his harness, looking like he did this every day. It was a basic zip-line set-up, without the zip. Both he and Spence were harnessed, but needed to pull arm over arm to make the distance. Spence dropped with a little less finesse. They both started to monkey forwards.
Reaching halfway to the middle, they were moving at a similar speed.
My heart was pounding - I couldn"t shake the feeling that something was wrong, very wrong.
Phoenix moved athletically, but was it his usual fluidity? I looked closer, trying to figure out what had me so worried. But, shielding myself like I was, I couldn"t push out my senses.
It was useless. It made me nervous that Phoenix"s face was hidden by a hoddie. I wished I could speak with Lincoln or Griffin, double-check if anyone had actually seen it was him.
I turned my attention back to Spence. He was making good headway and I knew by now he"d be working hard on controlling his emotions, trying to neutralise them as much as possible in the way we"d practised. The fake Scripture dangled from a leather strap, slung diagonally across his body, and he reached down a few times to adjust it.
I glanced at my phone again, my breath leaving light wisps of smoke in the frosty air. It had only taken them fifteen minutes to reach the centre, which was impressive. I strained to see everything through the darkness. They each pulled their Scriptures from around their necks
Everything was going according plan.
So why is something at me that it"s time to panic?
Spence held out his Scripture. That was one of the other reasons why it had taken so long to agree on the exchange. We"d been stalling. It takes a long time to make a false ancient replica. In the end, we"d only had enough time to make the outside look convincing.
When Phoenix opened the Scripture he"d know, but that was the other reason why we"d agree to this particular exchange - he wasn"t likely to hand around in mid-air to check it. We hoped.
They made the swap, slowly, as agreed. I looked over to the Brighton. The exiles Phoenix had brought were two of his best. Diplomatically, one light and one dark. We"d been profiling his group for the last month, collecting information on them all so I knew the two on the roof. Gressil, once a Power of Dark, had a particular strength in turning men against women, luring them into impurity in exchange for luxurious indulgences. The other was Olivier, once an Archangel of Light. They"d both been there, in Jordan, but it was Gressil who we suspected had taken down Rudyard.
The two were an unlikely team. We had good intel that told us they despised each other, which was interesting given their powers were so similar. Olivier"s strength was iin provoking mercilessness. The two of them working together made a very dangerous force.
And they were now almost always at Phoenix"s left and right.
My hand was itching to press the call button on my phone. I had Lincoln"s number up on-screen.
I was just about to make the call when Phoenix reached up and pushed it back.
Definitely him.
I sighed. I"d almost blown it - thinking they were
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