Julie crouched with her back against the low wall and glanced at the demon. “Did you get the firecrackers set up?” she asked, accessing her well and readying a sleep dart.
“You’re joking.” Jasfoup peered over the parapet, waiting for the explosions to distract the guards. “This is England in September. You can’t get fireworks until at least next week.”
“Yes you can.” Julie tried to remember where she’d seen them. “There were some in the Chinese supermarket.”
“Were there?” Jasfoup hunkered down again. “I wish I’d known.”
“Why?” Julie felt suddenly afraid. “What did you use instead?”
“Claymore mines and thirty wind-up robots.” Jasfoup grinned. “That should take their minds off us.”
© Rachel Green 2007