The Girl With Blue Hair {A Novel}

-Chapter Fifteen-

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Unknown P.O.V:

She slammed the phone down, panting. I shifted my binoculars, zooming in on her face. I sucked in a sharp breath. Under that mane of fading blue hair... Could it be?

Onyx? She was alive?

Everyone thought she was dead... Why was she here? Her face was red, she was angry. Her hair didn't look how I was told it did, but it was still beautiful. Her eyes, which I could see only because my binoculars were the best, were a brilliant shade of blue-grey, but held more shadows than I expected.

Onyx... I wanted to call out to her, ask why she was here- but my mission was simply recon. There was no sign of anyone else, the warehouse looked deserted. Does this make her my enemy?

She's a legend. She was there in the first war. When the Foxes first attacked and Badgers lost half their ranks.

Sadly, I had joined a year too late for that battle.

So no. She wouldn't side with them now. There had to be another explanation.

She sat down in the office chair, swiveling to face the window I was staring into. From the tree I was in, I knew she wouldn't see me.

"Watch it Tree Boy, She's sharp."

The crackle of my headset almost made me drop my binoculars.

Fuck off, I know. I wanted to say.

"She won't see me. I'm the stealthiest we've got." I spoke instead.

But she looked up. Seemed to look right at him. And she smiled.

"We used to have better." I could hear the smirk.

"Tag." I snarled the command back at him.

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Blu's P.O.V:

I was being watched. I knew it from the moment I calmed down enough to sit. I swiveled, swinging my feet in childish delight. Then I stopped.

There.

The whispers pointed at something in the corner of my vision.

I could deal with Ash having my phone later. Someone's here.

I looked up, gazing into the elm tree 100 feet from the warehouse. Running my eyes up and down it's leafy branches, I caught a flash of light. Binoculars. Smiling, I stared at where the watcher should be, judging off the flash.

I must have judged right, because something hit the window. It came from another direction, and I almost laughed. They were using a technique that I insisted that the Badger scouts use.

The Watcher had a Spotter.

I didn't flinch. There was a flurry of movement from the Elm, and the Spotter covered the window with a spider web cracks, throwing a seemingly endless supply of rocks. I smirked, watching a boy with black hair scramble down the Elm.

Too slow.

I leapt through the window, taking the remainder of the shattered glass with me. The rocks stopped flying, and the boy, halfway down the tree, froze.

That's a mistake.

I flew at the tree, knocking the boy down when he tried to jump. I snarled as he tried to pull my hair, and slammed his head against the tree, effectively knocking him out.