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“Call it whatever you want,” I grumbled. “I’m going to get them out.”
She gave me a side-long look. “And then what, Tiger?”
“We’ll…” I ran through the options in my mind, but Mal’s words rang in my head, about how we would be hunted if we ran. “Okay, so what’syourplan?”
“We go to the palace,” she replied.
We loaded up into the vehicle and I found my bodysuit in the backseat as I scoffed, “Your plan sounds suspiciously like my plan, so far.”
Longshot manned the controls. Surge did something with his hands that made golden arcs glow between his fingers.
Discord said, “Yes, well, our plan might not get us killed. Your plandefinitelywould. Either way, you do understand being added to the Illiapol menu might be the result of what we’re about to do, right?”
“Of course.”
She looked pleased. “Mal’s right about you. Get dressed.”
I started to pull at my clothes in the confines of the backseat. “How is Mal right about me?”
“That you’re brave.” She paused, then continued. “I knew Jenny was, but that’s largely because she trains with me—”
“What’s that got to do with anything?” I shucked my pants off.
Discord glanced over the backseat and blatantly ogled my naked body, smiling her approval. “Mal’s right about alotof things when it comes to you. Hmm.”
I rolled my eyes as I pulled the green and brown splotched bodysuit on. “Why would Jenny need to be brave to train with you? It’s just a form of tutoring.”
“With what little you know of me, Tiger, do you really think I’m agentletrainer?”
“So, you’re some hardass?”
“My ass is firm, if that’s what you’re asking,” she said with a straight face. “Though I don’t know what that has to do with my training style.”
“No, it means…” I shook my head. “Forget it.”
“Forgotten.”
Longshot slowed the vehicle to a stop. “Surge, see you there,” he said.
“Good luck, everyone.” Surge opened the door, and in the cover of darkness he ran through the hayfields near the prison.
I frowned. “If Surge is going to the prison, then where areweheading to?”
Discord pointed to the other side of the palace. “The mountain.”
“We’re going to the hunting ground?” I asked, confused.
Discord blinked at me as if I were daft. “Where else could we go to help, Tiger?”
I huffed a breath. “I thought we were breaking them out, since Surge is heading that way."
Discord merely smiled. “What is it that you do for the Ladrangs?”
“I’m a deckhand, so ship maintenance, cargo, whatever needs done on the ship. Why?”
“That explains why planning is not your strong suit,” she mumbled under her breath, before she spoke more clearly. “When you intend to perform any questionable deed, it is best to take a multifaceted approach. That way, if a portion of your party is arrested, you know whether to continue or abort the mission.”
I frowned. “Wait…Surge is bait?”
