He's finishing up with whatever he's doing; it's almost time.
Meg glances around the room quickly, catching the eyes of her strike team. One man is stationed by the lake door; the other by the front door. Each of them has a hellhound at his side, seated and watching.
She hadn't expected the hounds to be visible, but this place has rules of its own. She barely represses a sneer at the thought. Still, it doesn't change the plan.
Meg looks away from the one at the front, then gets up from her chair and starts to make her way across the room, toward Andrew.
At her signal, the first hound is released to dart across the room from the front door to join its partner at the back.
Surely it's only a coincidence that it does so in such a way that it will knock its lean body against her legs as she draws near Wells, tripping her so that she falls against him.
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Meg glances around the room quickly, catching the eyes of her strike team. One man is stationed by the lake door; the other by the front door. Each of them has a hellhound at his side, seated and watching.
She hadn't expected the hounds to be visible, but this place has rules of its own. She barely represses a sneer at the thought. Still, it doesn't change the plan.
Meg looks away from the one at the front, then gets up from her chair and starts to make her way across the room, toward Andrew.
At her signal, the first hound is released to dart across the room from the front door to join its partner at the back.
Surely it's only a coincidence that it does so in such a way that it will knock its lean body against her legs as she draws near Wells, tripping her so that she falls against him.
"Oh!--"