Down below, the energy field hummed with power, its light flickering off the lower tier of cells.
Cadaverous took the folded paper from Avatar’s hand and opened it. Printed upon the three sheets was a detailed route through Europe, complete with timings, rest stops, and distance in both miles and kilometres. Everything a group of sorcerers would need to keep a private ambulance moving smoothly, and everything a certain other group of sorcerers would need to ambush said ambulance.
“You’ve done good work,” Cadaverous said. “Very good work, actually. I didn’t think you had either the contacts or the intelligence to pull this off, if I’m being honest. I thought you were all muscle and no brains – but it seems Abyssinia was right about you.”
Avatar didn’t answer.
Cadaverous chuckled. “Don’t look so surprised. I can admit when I’m wrong. Do you mind if I take this? You don’t? That’s so nice of you. This … this is what I love. I’m one of the originals, you started following Abyssinia after she released you from your cell, but here we both are, working together. As a team.”
Cadaverous folded the sheets and tucked them into his pocket, then lifted Avatar off the ground, grunting slightly with the effort. He dragged him the short distance to the balcony, and heaved him over.
Zzaap, as Razzia would say.