Whoever created all those demonic portals in a network covering Earth has offered supernatural mercenaries ten million dollars to kill me.Īs flattering as it is to have such a massive price tag attached to me, we’ve got to find a way to get rid of it. “If you’ve got a better plan,” I whisper back, “I’d love to hear it.” “We really shouldn’t be out here,” Phoenix remarks in a low voice. I should probably have had a snack before the men and I left Beckett’s penthouse for this mission. Not just a different flavor of ice cream, but an entirely different dessert altogether.
But when the city is suddenly full of powerful people who want to kill you, it definitely becomes a different place. That’s probably true for all cities, when you think about it. New York City is a different place at night than in the daytime.
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