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sight of the two police officers.
Iona and Kenny were guarding the exit with the same glazed look in their eyes. Iona signalled them to halt. “Please remain calm,” she said flatly.
“The emergency services have everything under control,” stated Kenny in the same tone.
Sigurda came barging out of Loki’s throne room. “To the rooftop!” she ordered, leading the way upstairs.
“But we’ll be trapped up there,” Greg protested.
“Never argue with a woman holding a sword,” said Susie, shoving him towards the stairway.
They all pounded up the steps after the Valkyrie.
“This is turning out to be quite a day,” panted Dave the Lobster.
At the top of the stairs, Sigurda led them down a short passage and through another door. This opened into a storeroom full of cleaning supplies, spare chairs and rolled-up carpets, with an open skylight in the roof.
Susie looked up. “Is that the way you got in?” she asked Sigurda.
The Valkyrie nodded curtly.
“Crikey, that’s some drop!” said Dave the Lobster. “Youmust be really fit.”
From the direction of the stairwell came guttural growls and the heavy scuffle of clawed feet.
“Secure the door!” ordered Sigurda. “Loki’s minions will soon be upon us.”
With the help of the others, she braced the door shut with a folding chair and couple of broom handles just before the wolflings started banging on the panels.
Greg cast a sceptical glance at the skylight. “If you’re expecting us to get out that way,” he told Sigurda, “I hope you’ve brought jetpacks.”
“I have already planned our escape,” said Sigurda, pulling a lightweight aluminium ladder out of a far corner. She set it up under the skylight as the door began to crack under the wolflings’ assault.
“Go quickly!” Sigurda ordered. “I shall hold them off.”
Susie raced nimbly up the ladder and disappeared from view. Lewis hurried after with Dave the Lobster and Greg right behind.
Susie peered down to see Sigurda scrambling up the ladder just as the wolflings burst into the room.
They rushed in and toppled the ladder. But as it fell, Sigurda launched herself upward like an Olympic gymnast. She caught the frame of the skylight and swung herself to safety, landing on her feet beside the others.
“Blimey!” Dave the Lobster exclaimed. “What a performance!”
A chorus of frustrated howls issued from below.
“We must away before those reckless beasts think to copy our escape,” said Sigurda. She threw back her head and gave a trilling whistle.
From somewhere above came an answer that sounded like the whinny of a large horse. Lewis looked up and gasped in wonder.
Descending out of the sky was a great white stallion, held aloft by a magnificent pair of feathered wings. He was harnessed to a two-wheeled chariot, which floated along behind him, as light as a leaf in the wind.
“Are you guys seeing what I’m seeing?” breathed Dave the Lobster.
“Just go with it,” Susie told him.
The flying horse alighted on the roof and bowed his head to Sigurda. She caught hold of the stallion’s luxuriant mane and swung herself onto his broad back. “Into the chariot!” she commanded.
They all leapt aboard as a loud metallic clatter warned them that the wolflings were replacing the ladder.
Sigurda clapped her heels to the stallion’s powerful flanks. “Fly, Rimfaxi!” she cried.
Rearing back on powerful haunches, the great horse spread his wings and vaulted into the air. The wolflings piled onto the roof and howled at the sight of their quarry escaping into the clouds.
Lewis’ stomach lurched violently as they made their speedy ascent. Clutching at the sides of the chariot, he groaned, “I think I’m going to be sick.”
Susie whooped with glee. “This is amazing ! Better than a roller coaster.”
St Andrews was spread out beneath them, a patchwork of rooftops and gardens. Beyond the West Sands, Lewis saw a monstrous sea serpent rear up out of the waters of St
Iona and Kenny were guarding the exit with the same glazed look in their eyes. Iona signalled them to halt. “Please remain calm,” she said flatly.
“The emergency services have everything under control,” stated Kenny in the same tone.
Sigurda came barging out of Loki’s throne room. “To the rooftop!” she ordered, leading the way upstairs.
“But we’ll be trapped up there,” Greg protested.
“Never argue with a woman holding a sword,” said Susie, shoving him towards the stairway.
They all pounded up the steps after the Valkyrie.
“This is turning out to be quite a day,” panted Dave the Lobster.
At the top of the stairs, Sigurda led them down a short passage and through another door. This opened into a storeroom full of cleaning supplies, spare chairs and rolled-up carpets, with an open skylight in the roof.
Susie looked up. “Is that the way you got in?” she asked Sigurda.
The Valkyrie nodded curtly.
“Crikey, that’s some drop!” said Dave the Lobster. “Youmust be really fit.”
From the direction of the stairwell came guttural growls and the heavy scuffle of clawed feet.
“Secure the door!” ordered Sigurda. “Loki’s minions will soon be upon us.”
With the help of the others, she braced the door shut with a folding chair and couple of broom handles just before the wolflings started banging on the panels.
Greg cast a sceptical glance at the skylight. “If you’re expecting us to get out that way,” he told Sigurda, “I hope you’ve brought jetpacks.”
“I have already planned our escape,” said Sigurda, pulling a lightweight aluminium ladder out of a far corner. She set it up under the skylight as the door began to crack under the wolflings’ assault.
“Go quickly!” Sigurda ordered. “I shall hold them off.”
Susie raced nimbly up the ladder and disappeared from view. Lewis hurried after with Dave the Lobster and Greg right behind.
Susie peered down to see Sigurda scrambling up the ladder just as the wolflings burst into the room.
They rushed in and toppled the ladder. But as it fell, Sigurda launched herself upward like an Olympic gymnast. She caught the frame of the skylight and swung herself to safety, landing on her feet beside the others.
“Blimey!” Dave the Lobster exclaimed. “What a performance!”
A chorus of frustrated howls issued from below.
“We must away before those reckless beasts think to copy our escape,” said Sigurda. She threw back her head and gave a trilling whistle.
From somewhere above came an answer that sounded like the whinny of a large horse. Lewis looked up and gasped in wonder.
Descending out of the sky was a great white stallion, held aloft by a magnificent pair of feathered wings. He was harnessed to a two-wheeled chariot, which floated along behind him, as light as a leaf in the wind.
“Are you guys seeing what I’m seeing?” breathed Dave the Lobster.
“Just go with it,” Susie told him.
The flying horse alighted on the roof and bowed his head to Sigurda. She caught hold of the stallion’s luxuriant mane and swung herself onto his broad back. “Into the chariot!” she commanded.
They all leapt aboard as a loud metallic clatter warned them that the wolflings were replacing the ladder.
Sigurda clapped her heels to the stallion’s powerful flanks. “Fly, Rimfaxi!” she cried.
Rearing back on powerful haunches, the great horse spread his wings and vaulted into the air. The wolflings piled onto the roof and howled at the sight of their quarry escaping into the clouds.
Lewis’ stomach lurched violently as they made their speedy ascent. Clutching at the sides of the chariot, he groaned, “I think I’m going to be sick.”
Susie whooped with glee. “This is amazing ! Better than a roller coaster.”
St Andrews was spread out beneath them, a patchwork of rooftops and gardens. Beyond the West Sands, Lewis saw a monstrous sea serpent rear up out of the waters of St
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