We spent a
few moments more with the final details of the plan, then went our separate
ways. Tahir and I headed for the power
station.
“Tell me
whatever passage you’ve chosen for us isn’t crusted with cobwebs,” I said.
“What, are
you afraid you’ll break a nail?”
I flexed
my talons. “Can you blame me?”
“I’d hate
to see the amount of force you’d have to apply to break one of those nails.” He managed a fleeting smile. “We’ve got this, Maren.”
“Stop
telling me things that are obvious.”
The power
station was heavily monitored and protected by numerous electronic surveillance
systems, but the soda factory on the next block was not. We mingled with the workers on lunch break
and entered the maintenance area.
Tahir
pried off the cover of a ventilation duct.
“After you, milady.” He swept a
mocking bow.
“So I hit
any traps first,” I said. “How kind of
you.”
“I do try
to be a gentleman.”
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