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“Graham Calloway, there is someone here to see you.” The jailer on duty turned towards the shadow on the wall. “Ég verð í afgreiðslunni. Komdu bara út eins og við komum inn þegar þú ert búinn að tala við fangann.”
The shadow on the wall raised a hand. “Þakka þér fyrir herra. Það er vel þegið. Bróðir minn, honum gengur ekki vel að vera einn.”
The jailer walked out and the large solid steel door clanged shut behind him. Graham flinched. The shadow walked towards him. A figure clad in a scarlet coat and hat appeared. Her face was obscured by the fedora’s wide brim, but he knew who it was. He leapt to his feet.
“Carmen?”
The woman took off her hat and smiled at him. “Hey, Gray.”
“It’s Graham.”
“Yeah, yeah, we don’t have time for small talk.” Carmen crouched down by the lock and opened her coat, an array of tools arranged in pockets in the lining. She selected a slender lockpick and went to work.
“Carmen, you can’t- argh!” He collapsed on the floor, clutching his head, sweating. Just as soon as the pain started, it stopped and he stood up. He reached into his own jacket and pulled out his own lockpick. “Let me try.”
“What?”
“Let me try.”
Carmen moved out of the way and soon Graham had the cell door swinging open on its hinges.
“Now let’s get out of here,” Carmen grinned. She shot her grappler at the skylight. When it had embedded itself in concrete, Graham looked at her.
“Hold on tight, don’t let go?” He grabbed her around the waist and Carmen reeled in the grappler. They burst out of the skylight in a flash of broken glass. They landed near the edge of the roof and Graham looked down. A navy blue car had just pulled up next to the building and a man with slicked back, spiky brown hair climbed out.
“Le Femme Rouge!” The man yelled. A woman jumped out of the car next.
Graham looked at Carmen. “Friends of yours?”
She rolled her eyes. “I don't keep company in blue suits. You know my color is red. Besides, my friends are waiting for us at Hallgrimskirkja church.” She turned and started running in the other direction.
“Wait!”
She paused and looked back.
Graham looked at her determinedly. “If I follow, you tell me everything.” Carmen sighed but nodded, then turned and leapt to the next building. Graham followed swiftly behind. The steeples of the church rose to meet them. When they reached the building across from the church, a white van stood idling in the street. A red headed teenage boy hung out of the driver's side door.
“Carm, over here!” the boy yelled.
Carmen smiled at Graham. “Hold on tight?”
He sighed. “Don’t let go.” They held onto each other and jumped. Carmen’s hanglider opened and gently flew them to safety. A tall man with black hair and a weathered face opened the back doors of the unmarked van.
“Get in,” he said in a deep voice. Graham held his head. That voice. That voice sounded too familiar. Carmen held him steady and pulled him into the van.
“Thanks, Shadowsan,” Carmen said. Graham saw him close the doors and heard Carmen yell, “Zach, drive! A.C.M.E.’s on our tail!”, but all in a fog. He fought for consciousness. Carmen sat next to him in the back of the van. She put an arm around him, and he lost the battle and fell unconscious.212Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzAEuBC3dk3
