Once it was anchored to the stairwell rail, she could use it to slide past and below any pursuers before they knew she was gone. She slid off the backpack and retrieved the rappelling rope curled inside. “I’m moving.” Backpack on, she’d barely covered two flights when boots thundered some distance below, intermingled with shouts and war cries. “Get out, cher.” A voice as languid as a hazy summer’s day-if you didn’t notice the steel beneath.
“Set,” she murmured into the mouthpiece of the sleek communications device she wore hooked over her right ear. The resulting explosion might not collapse the roof, but it should do enough damage to throw the invading force off its game. Ten seconds, that was all she needed to place and arm a device. Reaching the floor directly below the roof, she took off her small backpack and removed the charges.
For a three-person team, she thought they’d done one hell of a job. It was a far more apt description than “spy” or even “soldier.” Together, Ashwini, Janvier, and Naasir’s job was to discomfort, discombobulate, and otherwise aggravate the enemy forces in the heart of the hostile encampment. Not in this particular building.Ĭontinuing up as soon as the enemy guards left, she found herself considering Naasir’s name for their small team: shadow fighters. She didn’t need to get onto the floor itself to do what she’d come to do. I’ll alert our people to do the same throughout the building.”Īshwini’s lips curved. Lock the doors to the main part of the floor on both sides. “Raphael’s most recent strike must’ve damaged the building.” “There’s no light,” the irritated male voice boomed, magnified by the terrible acoustics for what was meant to be an office building, albeit one designed by an architect known for his “edgy” work. It was why Janvier had cut power to this part of the building, and why Naasir had set up a relay of small explosions to distract the enemy.Ī bead of sweat rolling down her spine, she plastered herself to the wall when a door opened on a higher floor. It was unlikely anyone would hear the noise with the archangelic battle going on in the skies of New York while vampires fought the scourge of the reborn below, but getting cocky was a good way to end up dead. Given the layout of the stairs-a kind of square spiral complete with a well in the center that went from the top of the seventy-three-story building to the basement-the echoes would bounce off the walls into a thundering racket. Ashwini navigated the darkened stairwell with quick steps, careful not to make a sound.
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