Page 62 of Wrath
But maybe, Wyatt did know something about them.
“Falcon looked familiar,” he said cautiously.
“I’m assuming you mean beyond the interactions we’ve had with her over the past few months.” Griffin nudged Sloan aside to make room for himself on the couch.
Wyatt turned to Parker, the only other one old enough to remember. “Does she look familiar to you?”
Parker’s brow puckered as he inspected the food bag. “No.”
“What if you imagine her with dark hair, instead of silver-white.”
“I don’t pay that much attention to other people,” he replied.
Wyatt walked over to the window, pulled aside the curtain and peered down the three levels to the center city park. “Maybe it’s nothing.”
Mary came to stand near him. “It’s not nothing. Tell us what you’re thinking.”
“She reminded me of Despair.”
Mary gasped, as did the other members of the family.
“Come to think of it,” Parker said, eyes narrowing. “She does look familiar. Is this possible, Mary… Flint? Could she have survived the fire that killed our biological mother?”
“It’s possible.” Flint came forward to stand next to his wife and rub her shoulder. “You can all heal extraordinarily well. We’ve seen them make clones that grow in tanks. There was a friend of mine who worked at the lab—Barry—he was almost as big of a genius as your mother. He grew limbs from cells in a tank. Anything is possible.”
“No. It’s not. It can’t be Despair,” Mary said firmly. “I would have seen her in my visions.”
“They know how to circumvent your visions, Mary,” Parker said. “Not to mention, your visions are drying up. Evan only dreams about whatever is on his mind the most, so it’s definitely possible you’ve all missed the connection. But me—” He sat up straighter. “There’s no way I’d have missed it. Despair is dead.”
“That’s your pride talking, Parker.” Griffin narrowed his eyes. “You’re not all seeing.”
The tension thickened. Wyatt could feel the hostility on his skin, and for once, it hadn’t come from him.
“We need to get Falcon,” Wyatt said. “Whether or not she’s our sister, she holds the answer to everything. She will be the key to stopping the Syndicate, once and for all.”
“I agree,” Evan said.
“Me too.” Liza helped herself to a bread roll from the food bag.
“And how do you propose we do that?” Parker asked, although it seemed like he already knew the answer but was holding back.
“Since we know nothing about them, except she’s working with the Bratva, we set a trap.” Wyatt also took a roll from the bag, and turned it over in his hands, thinking. The trap had to be good. Unpredictable. “We neutralize Dimitri’s threat to Misha’s family, and then we take Falcon. Maybe Dimitri can be the trap.”
“Except we know the Syndicate are smart,” Liza added. “If we go in guns blazing, they’ll be prepared. If we go in quietly, they’ll see us coming. They know what we all look like.”
“Liza is right,” Griffin added. “The Syndicate were the ones who paid Lilo’s father to gather photographic evidence of our true identities. We intercepted those pictures, but who’s saying there weren’t more? It’s obvious they know who we are.”
Liza continued. “The Syndicate has the numbers, they have Faithful coming out of their asses. Even if we do manage to stop this Dimitri dude, Falcon will get away.”
“So what do we do?” Wyatt asked.
This was the point Parker decided to share his plan. The fact he saved it until they’d all made suggestions, reeked of hubris. “We go in disguise. Tony is perfect for this. He has makeup artists on speed dial, he knows how to act… it’s a strip club. It’s like this mission was made with his name on it.”
Griffin wasn’t so sure. “Still, there’s only so much intel he can gather as a patron.”
“I need to go back.”
Wyatt spun around at the sound of Misha’s voice, his heart tripping. “No. Absolutely not.”
