Seventy-Three
Feet scuffing the floor, head down and torch dangling at his side, Johnson entered the council chambers with several people at his back. Hanson grinned, unable to prevent a sigh of relief when he saw they were empty-handed.
Marcus jumped down from the desk, lips compressed. ‘Where are they?’
‘We searched the whole place,’ said Johnson, ‘but there was no sign of them.’
‘Did you look with your eyes open?’ Marcus slapped himself on the forehead. ‘How am I supposed to become God when I have people like you working for me?’
‘Master Callaghan, I swear there is no one in the building but us.’
‘Quit whining. It makes you sound even more stupid.’ Marcus glared down at his men and did a quick headcount.
‘Johnson, if there are eight of you here, who’s guarding the airship?’
John
