Smoking Power

Chapter 19

"I'm gonna kill that idiot when we rescue him." Amber says while angrily pacing the small length of the long abandoned room that we are currently camped out in.

I nod my head at Amber. After following the security officer and Declan, we saw that Declan had been locked up in one of the cells in the police station. It turns out that climbing the Eiffel Tower when you're not on a tour is in fact, a crime. The fact that we'll have to rescue Declan somehow has put quite a big dent in our plans for finding the third piece.

We had gone to the station earlier to try and bail Declan out, or at least make up some stupid explanation as to what he was doing. I don't think that either of us could understand a thing that we were saying due to our different languages. The officer sent us out of the station. I guess Amber and I should be thankful that we weren't arrested with Declan.

I sigh and look back out the open door. The sun's just beginning to set, it'll be a couple of hours before it gets dark enough to attempt our rescue plan. Since we had nothing else to do, with us getting kicked out of the park, we found this abandoned, dark alley. The alley has a couple of rooms, but this tiny, graffitied one that we are in is the only one with a clear view of the police station.

"I just hope Declan doesn't try to make a run for it." I mutter miserably.

The last thing we need is for Declan to stupidly use his power to make a dash for it. Sure he'd get out, but if we get an information leak with humans knowing about us, it would be catastrophic.

Amber snorts, "I wouldn't put anythin' past him at this point."

I wince at Ambers tone of voice. To say that she isn't happy with Declan, would be an understatement. Judging by her furious pacing, when Declan comes out he's going to wish he was back in the cell, just to get away from Amber. I groan and slide down the termite infested wall behind me. Why Declan has to be such an idiot is beyond me.

I look back out of the doorway. A couple of officers come out of the station and get into cop cars. Judging by the size of the building, this police station must be one of the more major ones in Paris. The setting sun casts strange shadows around the place. Creating an eery look on the place, as well as letting the sun shine directly on the distinct shape of metal bars. I guess we know where Declan is being held now.

"Okay, if we're going to do this, then we need a plan." I over-enthusiastically clap my hands together.

Amber pauses her pacing for a second and looks at me, eyebrow raised. "I'm listenin'."

"Well, we could, uh," I clear my throat loudly, trying to think of some plan which isn't completely stupid. "Well I know where the cells are. If your chickadee could get in there and pick lock Declans cell with a bobby pin in your beak, then that's how we could get him out."

"Have you completely forgotten how many officers are in that place? You expect us to just walk out?" Amber puts one hand on her hip.

"I'm getting to that." I raise a finger at her. "The majority of officers will be distracted by a fire 'magically' starting in the station." I use my fingers to make the quotation marks.

Ambers face changes into a hopeful expression, "that could actually work."

I grin at her, "I know, I'm full of amazing ideas." Internally though, I'm really glad that it passes the Amber Test for its brainy-ness.

I lean back to see out the open door after a moment of silence passes between us. My eyes are greeted by the twinkling of tiny stars that are littered across the evening sky. The busy rumble of traffic and pedestrians has all but vanished with the sun that has finally dipped below the horizon.