Chapter Eight(10)
‘No, he isn’t,’ Lydia answered, carefully picking a route between the trees, ‘He is staying there, since he uses arrows, a long-distance projectile. He is our backup, if something goes wrong.’
‘Will something go wrong?’
‘Hopefully not.’ That didn’t sound reassuring, but Cecy followed Lydia to a spot even closer to the huge Ferris Wheel. At this angle Cecy had to crane her neck to see the topmost point.
‘What are we waiting for?’ She asked under her breath to Lydia who was currently rummaging in her bag as if looking for something. Lydia didn’t answer at first, but brought out a watch, not electric, but the old-fashioned hand-wound watch.
‘We’re waiting for five fifteen pm. And they are waiting too.’
‘They? You mean the ones we——’
‘Have to hinder. Yes. Or rather, it’s not a group of people. She is coming now, I guess. Let’s watch.’ Lydia slipped the watch onto Cecy’s palm. ‘It’s now ten to five. Get your weapons out.’
Instead of reaching for her daggers, Lydia drew a miniature revolver from her backpack, and closed her hand tightly on the handle. The grasp was perfect, and she leaned back into the shadows, facing the Ferris Wheel with easy grace. Meanwhile, Cecy was fumbling with a dagger on her belt, trying to disentangle it. Once finished, she adjusted her grip as Lydia had taught her some time ago, then she hid in the shadows like Lydia did.
‘Will something go wrong?’
‘Hopefully not.’ That didn’t sound reassuring, but Cecy followed Lydia to a spot even closer to the huge Ferris Wheel. At this angle Cecy had to crane her neck to see the topmost point.
‘What are we waiting for?’ She asked under her breath to Lydia who was currently rummaging in her bag as if looking for something. Lydia didn’t answer at first, but brought out a watch, not electric, but the old-fashioned hand-wound watch.
‘We’re waiting for five fifteen pm. And they are waiting too.’
‘They? You mean the ones we——’
‘Have to hinder. Yes. Or rather, it’s not a group of people. She is coming now, I guess. Let’s watch.’ Lydia slipped the watch onto Cecy’s palm. ‘It’s now ten to five. Get your weapons out.’
Instead of reaching for her daggers, Lydia drew a miniature revolver from her backpack, and closed her hand tightly on the handle. The grasp was perfect, and she leaned back into the shadows, facing the Ferris Wheel with easy grace. Meanwhile, Cecy was fumbling with a dagger on her belt, trying to disentangle it. Once finished, she adjusted her grip as Lydia had taught her some time ago, then she hid in the shadows like Lydia did.
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