Jamie “How far from here?” Sienna asked as Jamie anchored herself to the top of a hotel and shot north on the channel, Nealon trailing behind. Jamie did a double take; there was a man with blond hair in a black suit on her back, that federal guy. She started to say something but shook her head and let it go. It wasn’t like Sienna might not have noticed him hanging on back there. “I don’t know, a few blocks,” Jamie said, concentrating as she let loose of that anchor and placed another on the street below. She was a few hundred feet up now, and though it wasn’t going to be easy to distinguish Chambers street, it was worth a try while she was this high because, after all, who knew exactly where the truck was on it? “Do you hear anything?” the man asked. “Sounds of the city,” Sienna replied tautly. “Nothing that would hint at—oh, man.” She pointed west to the river. Barely visible at this distance, Jamie could see something racing off the end of the esplanade. The splash was immense, commensurate with what she’d seen earlier about ten blocks south.
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