XXXIX
Lucan ran as fast he could up a stairwell. Miri and Celesse followed behind him.
They were inside the Agricultural Exchange Building. They had taken the elevator to the sixty-ninth floor and had to use the stairs for the remaining ten stories to access the roof.
He had a grimoire ready in his hand.
He was disturbed. He’d listened as two groups of mercenaries died while in communication. He’d watched the newscasts of the burning highway below.
This could not have gone any worse than it did. But what other choice did he have?
The geolocation radar told him that Old Dark was on the roof. Hell, he had taken out both helicopters, but they must have stopped him.
All he needed now was a finishing blow.
He burst through the door onto the roof.
The rain had died down to a drizzle.
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