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HE PICKED UP THE BLADE, turning it around in his hands, the dim moonlight reflecting off of it. He ran his index finger along its sharp edge, pricking himself slightly, but not reacting.
"Cam!" a voice called out to him, breaking his attention, "Come on!" Luce called out to him, her and Lockwood standing further away on the rooftop.
He could hear the faint voices of Winkman and his men, as well as the frightened screams of buyers who were trying to put as much distance between them and the ghosts that now roamed the building.
He glanced down at the blade again, I wonder if she realized she left it here. He wondered to himself, slipping the blade into his back pocket, before he started to make his way over to Lockwood and Luce.
Another pair of footsteps joined them up on the roof top, causing Cam to quickly duck down, hiding next to one of the air shafts. He was still a few metres away from the other two, but they weren't close enough that he could crawl over without being noticed.
He could hear Lockwood talking to George through the intercom.
They're throwing it off of the building. He realized, looking over at the bricks the two were hidden behind.
Cam could feel his heart racing, as the footsteps got louder every second, and who knew whether she was lurking around here still.
Before he knew it, Lockwood and Luce were making a run for it, and now the Golden Blade knew where they were.
Not even thinking for a second, Cam pulled the knife out of his pocket, throwing it at him, the knife landing right in his left shoulder.
"Huh, turns out that target practice came in handy after all," he said to himself, taking a small step back. Now he had the Golden Blades attention, and he didn't have a plan.
