Chapter 91

Whipping back into place to avoid any backlash from the gas, Lucy returned the can to her pocket, while Mal took her spot in front of the door. Being sure to aim above the collapsed guard on the floor, he misted an ice-cold frost from his palms, freezing the particles of gas mid-air. The gas didn’t merely dissipate, it fell like putrid green snow.

Now unhindered by the gas or any potential collateral damage, Mal nodded at Lucy and Dom to follow him again. The diamond was straight ahead in the east wing. The room they entered first was the nexus that split into the last three areas of the building. Lucy turned right to explore the gold collection in the Egypt exhibit. Dom went left to head into the north wing.

The American history section had a collection of paintings depicting the Great Chicago Fire. Dom loved them. So of course she wanted to burn them. Mal didn’t question his friend’s choice of catharsis; he had his own quirks, after all.