Chapter 9
Someone barrels down from a roof top and drives a brick into the back of Mystery Thug's thick skull. His fingers uncurl, dropping me without warning. I slip down, 6-8 feet below. Sebastian lands like a stealthy cat. My attacker wobbles, and starts to fall. I barely roll out of the way before he hits. I barely roll out of the way. The impact shakes the ground. Shakes it like a freaking earthquake.
Before I can fully replenish my oxygen, Sebastian pulls me up and breathes one word to me, "Run."
So we run like our lives depend on it (which they do), for several grueling blocks. When Sebastian stops me, I nearly collapse. Doubled over, so many questions are buzzing through my air-deprived brain: What formula? How did that creeper know my name? What are they keeping from me?
"You wanna tell me who or what that guy was?" Squinting, I struggle to see in the dim light. Both my knees are scraped, and my stomach hurts to no end.
Sebastian just shakes his head and motions for us to keep walking.
"Where are the groceries?" Falcon asks when we trudge in, sopping wet from the heavy storm that started on the way. Falcon continues his rant, "And where were you, Sebastian? You were supposed to assist me in Dealing."
"Snap" goes the string that was my last shred of patience. I've had it!
I grab falcon's shirt collar and sneer, "Groceries? Who the heck cares! I was attacked by freaking Jack the Not-So-Friendly Giant, and you're concerned about groceries? I would be dead if Sebastian hadn't saved my hide! Why don't you check your facts before you go off on people! Let me tell you something-"
Gordon puts a hand on my shoulder and gently makes me release my hand. "I think she needs to know," He says softly.
Falcon sighs, then nods," I think we need to sit down. This may take a while."