Chapter Sixty-Six
Jacqueline’s eyes stream with tears, as she looks down through the skylight at the troops lined up, in the vast warehouse. The wind howls across the roof tops, driving the snow like gravel into her face. The long blade in her frozen hand, finds the catch inside the frame and pops it up. They are in! Matilda scrapes the ice and snow carefully away from the glass and frame, as she lays alongside Jacqueline, staring down at the large force, readying itself to move out. To take the city.
Very carefully they prize open the window. Flakes of snow flutter down to the concrete, alongside the line of white trucks, beneath them. Matilda slides in, and lowers herself down, to the narrow steel runner, for the giant gantry crane, which runs the whole length of the building. She stan
