Bringing her weapon up she spun a tight circle but found no movement. She leapt into the dark spreading her wings and landed lightly. “My name is Elisa…and no.” Elisa shook her head. The ones set in front of her didn’t please her. Peering into the darkness below Elisa considered her options. Cautiously Elisa followed him to a broken skylight. It was not long before he picked up the scent they needed. “Yeah, easy for you so say,” she said straightening and swinging her weapon forward. Bronx bounded up to her wagging his tail. Dropping Bronx she landed with a stumble and leaned forward breathing hard. She straightened and flapped her wings to shed some speed before reaching the roof. Everything was too low but it made her target easy to find. She missed the towering buildings of New York. Gritting her teeth she angled toward the museum hoping the chopper’s routers hadn’t alerted Thailog to their approach. Their drop leveled and slowed but it was still too fast for her liking. Once out of the helicopter’s downdrafts Elisa spread her wings. Gripping him just behind his shoulders she pushed them both out of the chopper. “I promise it won’t be that long of a flight.” It was made for humans, not gargoyles, but Bly insisted on it. With a snort of disgust Elisa pulled off her headphones and stuck them on a hook. “What are you waiting for?” Bly demanded. As if sensing her thoughts Bronx came up beside her and leaned against her. In some ways it was like looking down at New York. “You leave me alone long enough and that won’t be a problem.” Elisa shifted, pulling open the helicopter’s door. “It’s my job to make sure you do yours,” Bly replied. “Stay out of my ear so I can concentrate.” “Do you know what you’re supposed to do?” “Stop Thailog anyway I can,” Elisa answered. “Do you understand what you are supposed to do?” Bly questioned her over the throb of the routers. After ten hours flying over the ocean and now riding in a helicopter to their target both were ready to forego air transport for a long while. Gritting her teeth she sunk her claws into the metal floor of the helicopter as it bucked in the night breeze. “We may have beaten him to it!”Įlisa didn’t reply. “Still no alarm at the museum,” Smith announced.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |