The soldiers lifted their weapons.
“Hold your fire!”
The order came from the other side of the street, and when Jena turned, she saw a man standing on the roof of a two-story house with gray aluminum siding. Tall and well-muscled, he wore a pair of blue jeans and a denim vest that revealed arms as thick as tree trunks. His pale face was marked by a square jaw, his dark hair buzzed to little more than stubble. “We"ve come a long way to meet this woman; let"s not kill her before we have a chance to hear her speak.”
Another figure landed on the roof beside him, this one short, slender and dressed in dark clothing. Her lovely, olive-skinned face was framed by dark brown hair that spilled over her shoulders.
Only one thing would allow those two to get up there with such ease. Bent Gravity.
