Luna set Cyrus down gently on the roof of the tower. Cyrus dug his feet into the soft, black rubber roof membrane and instinctively looked for shelter.
He followed a flapping of wings to his left and found shelter next to a vent stack. Rust flaked off as he nestled against the cold steel.
A helicopter droned through the air, and Cyrus’s rat ears told him it was near. He waited for the noise to fade before transitioning into a human.
Luna, in human form, sat next to the stack. She pointed toward a triangle-shaped structure. “Door’s on the other side of that,” she said. “No idea what you’ll find inside. A lot of these towers have roof detection systems, so you might want to shift once you enter.”
“Gotcha.”
“I got you up here,” Luna said. “The rest is up to you.”
She tilted her head at
