Shrike (Book 2): Rampant

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Tags: Scotland, Superhero, Superheroes, Noir, gritty, female protagonist, Edinburgh, scottish independence
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it."
    I almost can't speak for a moment, not comprehending what she's said. "You made this." My voice comes out flat and terrifying even to my own ears, and the woman's eyes widen. 
    "Not for her! These are the kinds of people she's looking for."
    "What kind of people?" Skimming over the list, they're all different. A couple Gu Bràth members — Tasha's on here as well as a woman called Adair who Taog knows — but even a UKIP member and few Tories litter the list. I can't see a pattern.
    "They're people who know about Britannia. Really know about Britannia."
    For the second time in two minutes, I feel as though I've been dunked in the North Sea. "Granger's killing off people who know about Britannia. Explain."
    "Most people think Britannia are a bunch of halfwits, like what tried to nick the Stone of Scone before the referendum. They think Granger was the last of the real dangers and that since you stopped her and Edmund Frost that it's over. But you know that's not true."
    "As do you, I see."
    "Aye."
    "What's your name?" I ask her.
    "What's yours?"
    "Fair enough." I look at the list again, wondering if this woman's name is on it. I remember what Trevor said about Todd MacInch, the pro-union victim from Muirhouse — that he was into conspiracy theories and even and a website about it. Britannia fits the bill of a conspiracy theory. Bloody hell, Granger used to be in the Royal Military Police until she kidnapped and tortured the head of the Scottish National Party. 
    "Call me Macy," the woman says.
    "You can call me Shrike," I tell her with a wry smile.
    She nods, unsurprised. 
    "You think these are the people Granger is going to kill." It's not a question.
    "Aye, I do."
    I wonder if Macy's real name is on this list or if she's confident enough in her ability to avoid notice that she's left it off. Or if she left it off simply to keep me from knowing it. Either way, this list could be just the thing I need to actually do some good. 
    "Thank you for this," I tell her.
    "Use it to save them."
    I wish I could promise her something, but I'm not some boy from another planet raised in Kansas. I can't vow to her that giving me this list will change anything.
    And I can't get the sight of Taog's name on it out of my mind.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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    Macy explains to me that she's ranked the targets in order of their danger to the best of her ability. The only reason Taog isn't higher on the list, she says, is that Granger knows of his proximity to me. It's not much of a secret that he was strapped to that bomb.
    Whenever I think I'm anonymous I remember that — Taog and Magda and even Angus are names the media splashed about after I stopped the bomb on the eve of the referendum. They're as far as anyone has to look to find me, and it makes me feel naked walking around even if I'm clothed from toes to  neck in reinforced spandex and my new mask is snugly fitted and moulded black leather.
    Then again, that alien farm boy got away with just wearing glasses.
    Before I leave, I ask Macy how to contact her. She gives me an email address and asks me not to return here to this building, which I agree to. The last thing I need is the knowledge that someone who helped me got hit for their beneficence.
    I send Taog a text on my way home letting him know I'm okay and that I have to stop at my own flat before coming to his. Macy listed these people's locations as best as possible, but for many of them, there's just a city or town and no further address. Taog's address on Primrose Crescent stands out. Britannia's known where he was for ages.
    Trevor needs to see this list. The moment I get home, I scan it into my computer and upload it to the vault in the cloud Gu Bràth made for me. I also email it to Trevor to see what he can do with it. Even as a sergeant, I'm not sure he has the clout to put surveillance on every one of the people on the list, but it's worth a shot. I can't be everywhere at

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