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“It’s close to the city as well andperfectfor this.” So perfect that if I was superstitious, I might even call it fate. “They won’t even know we’re there.”
“It’s broken, beat up, and out of date by almost a decade,” Gideon objects.
“Maybe it was before, but I’ve been restoring it,” Finn whines. “Even Draven has been helping when he thinks I’m not looking.”
As one, the entire pack turns to look at Draven in surprise. He’s the most gifted mechanic I’ve ever met, but he rarely—if ever—works on anything besides his bike. That he’s been sneakily working on the spycraft is news to all of us. That Finn let him when the vampire has a well-earned reputation for destroying our omega’s tech is stranger still.
The vampire shrugs like it’s no big deal. “He was going to get himself killed if I didn’t. He might be a decent techie, but he’s no mechanic. The engine was shot. He wouldn’t have lasted ten minutes before he ended up crashing back to earth.”
“So what’s your excuse for the brand new propulsion system you snagged for it?” Finn teases.
Draven smirks, but it’s a cold expression; one that warns he won’t put up with many more questions. “Because a plane that doesn’t go fast isn’t worth flying.”
“It might need to be fast,” Silas observes. “We have no idea how well our getaway strategy will go.”
“There are still too many unknowns,” Gideon grumbles. “Has the thing still got weapons?”
Finn shakes his head. “It would’ve been too heavy. I had to strip a whole load of shit out so that the whole pack would fit. It’s got seats, wings, and a console.”
So our spycraft is a barebones jet with no weapons. Great.
“We have a top of the line cloak and engines, and she’s near-silent,” Finn continues. “But she’s not built for combat. We won’t last five seconds if one of those tiltrotors with machine guns comes after us.”
“We’ll just have to make sure we’re subtle.” Draven flicks his blade up in the air and catches it again.
Oh yes, because freeing a wounded hybrid and a crazed vampire from under Cain’s thumb is going to besubtle.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Evelyn
The restof the plan is ironed out before dusk. The lycans have one last night of the full moon, and while they’re gone, Frost, Draven, and I pack up our gear. They have no plans to linger, and as soon as the others return—worn out and exhausted—we’re on the move.
I ride in the van, beside a sleeping Draven, until Finn pulls up outside a warehouse on the edge of the river. It looks abandoned. The doors and windows are boarded up and there’s a rusted chain across the fence which surrounds it.
But it’s all a disguise. Inside, the space is dedicated to housing a beast of metal and electricity that I can scarcely comprehend. The moment the sky darkens again, Finn leads me into its belly and straps me into a seat. Good thing too, because I almost faint as the engine comes on and we start to move.
As it turns out, Finn’s spycraft is a marvel of technology that allows us tofly.I stare out of the front screen for the entire time, watching the sky slowly start to flicker with the twinkling of stars.
I’m flying.
Dear God, if I could stick my arm out of this thing, I’d be touchingclouds.
It’s another modern marvel that the men barely blink at. Silas notices my awe and assures me that this ‘jet’ can also turn invisible, thanks to a series of cameras and projectors on the exterior. It seems too magical to be true, but the moment I say that, Finn brings out my tablet and shows me a hundred technical websites that explain what’s going on in the machine that’s carrying us to New York.
My men are tense. Gideon is the first to leave, opening the side door and jumping out without warning. When Silas follows quickly after, diving into the open air with nothing more than a backpack, I almost scream. My muscles lock up and I forget to breathe until I realise that no one else seems worried by their sudden departure.
“They’re parachuting onto the roof,” Frost explains, catching my freaked out look. “They’ll be quieter that way and he can get into position while we arrive with the rest of the guests.”
My lungs finally relax, letting me draw in air, and I release it with an angry huff. I wish they would’ve warned me before they just started jumping out of the sky.
“Okay, landing in three, two...” Finn doesn’t finish his countdown. He slides his fingers across the screen in front of him with ridiculous speed. No one has said anything, but I imagine it must take a lot of skill to pilot this thing.
“Stay in contact,” Frost orders Draven, who’s already halfway out of the jet.
The vampire doesn’t bother to reply, disappearing into the darkness like a ghost.
Finn sighs and shakes his head before swiping a circular tin from his pocket and holding it open, offering the contents to me. Even with vampire sight, it’s difficult to understand what it is that I’m seeing. They look like tiny, tan coloured bubbles.
