Damien followed Grace up to the fourth level. It was completely empty, all the shops abandoned. Grace jumped the counter to a Jollibee Express and checked her Vector’s Glock mag. Damien crept closer to the balcony and cautiously looked down. Before he could get close enough, Grace stopped him.
‘Let me do that,’ she said.
She jumped back over the counter and walked past him, flipping over a hood from under her T-shirt that concealed her face. Damien watched in disbelief as she shimmered into the air. He could still make out a slight distortion as she leaned on the balustrade and checked below.
‘Eight Special Action Force troops confirmed on level one,’ she said. ‘Two shocktroopers on level two, inside stores, cloaked.’
She walked back to him, her body rippling into visible light.
‘You
