Page 138 of Delinquents Turned Fugitives
I furrowed my brow as I made my way around Andros and Malcolm toward the box.
“It’s an idiotic plan,” Andros muttered.
“All genius is called idiocy at some point, Malcolm countered.
I pulled open the box and started to laugh. I turned to look at Gray and he gave me a wide ass grin. I pulled out several freshly laser-printed t-shirts with sayings that ranged from “Vamps Suck!” to “Defang and Declaw or Deport!”
Underneath the t-shirts were then a few poster boards on wooden sticks. I rummaged through them and found the perfect one. I held it up for Callum to see. “Think this one’s yours,” I said sweetly.
He gave a dark grin as he stalked forward and grabbed the sign. It read: “I’m Just Here for the Violence.”
I’d covered us in shadows.
Malcolm had set off another bomb at the Institute to make the police a little frantic.
“Get the hell behind the perimeter line!” One officer had yelled at us as soon as he saw us. “How the hell did you make it past? Who let you in?”
I just put on my innocent, confused ditz face and gave a shrug. “I dunno. We just saw a bunch of cops running.”
His partner had grumbled, “Idiots! We should fucking send them toward that group of vamps that escaped. They have no sense of self preservation.”
We’d walked right out between the two annoyed officers as we’d chanted, “Vampires are villains!”
They’d let us go without a second glance.
Gray had a couple vans waiting three blocks down. Callum’s vampires had appeared in a blur of speed and blood only seconds later, licking their lips.
And we’d left the scene with my brother in tow as the police surrounded the flooded, bombed out Institute—fighting foes that were no longer there.
