CHAPTER 74

　　Elizabeth's Point Of View

　　"We're done." Timothy says, his shoulders slumping.

　　"Not yet we're not." Sebastian says, he meets my eyes across the room, there's uncertainty in them, but also a promise.

　　Turn off the lights.

　　And we're enveloped by darkness again.

　　The door bursts open.

　　About eight men shuffle inside, rifles in their hands, black masks on their faces. The open door lets light in the dark room.

　　I feel the revolver in my hand, testing my grip. I wait until all of them are inside, moving from between the maze of heavy shelves we made starting just after the door.

　　I hold up the revolver and pull the trigger to give the signal. A loud rumble shakes the floor as all the shelves collapse on the black clad figures. Sebastian, Elmond and Timothy come out from over the heap of shelves, our ambushers groaning and struggling beneath the wood.