Chapter Six
Martin stood next to Jezryall, his arms crossed and listening intently to the conversation. Well, he was listening, but most of what she said went in one ear and out the other. He couldn’t focus on their plan when his boss’s eyes flashed crimson each time the Scot suggested who she should ‘deal with’. The words ‘deal with’ being a rather subjective phrase at the moment. He also decided that standing outside the Embassy in the middle of the night, waiting to break in, no longer topped his list of stupid things. Planning to attack a group of people who had sharp daggers and zombies, while all they had was a Druid with flaming fingers, a timid medium, and a psychic in stilettos, was, in fact miles above the whole Embassy thing. He was relieved to see Barb and Daniel emerge from the egg chamber and re-join them.
“Good, you are back,” Jezryall said, her eyes completely crimson. “We are going to need you.”
Barb hesitated. “Have a plan, do we?”
Jezryall flashed a wicked smile as she placed her hand on Barb’s shoulder. “One that I think should quench your thirst for their blood.”
Barb’s face scrunched up. “Um…ew.”
Martin tried not to laugh at the look on her face. “So what’s the plan?”