Sky Ghosts: All for One (Young Adult Urban Fantasy Adventure) (Sky Ghosts Series Book 1) Read Online Free Page A

girls, “freakin’ ninja??”
    Pain went still all over.
    Like a furious lightning bolt, she whirled and crossed over to him, making him back off hastily until he froze at the roof edge. He stared at Pain from above with big scared eyes, and Jane suppressed an urge to interfere, knowing it would only make her sister angrier.
    Pain stopped right in front of him, hissing poisonously,
    “Oh, I’m so sorry, your majesty, that we didn’t leave you on that street so you would be cut into pieces and left to rot with garbage!”
    Dave gagged, speechless, as his eyes got even wider. He glanced around, obviously looking for some help, so Jane dashed to them. She grabbed her sister’s hand and pulled her away,
    “Let’s go, we should report to Peter.”
    Pain shook her off nervously, and with one more indignant glance at Dave, walked away and through a low, squeaking attic door.
    A few minutes later, passed the attic and the upper floor, she threw open the doors of the waiting room and strode inside, pushing the guard off her path.
    “Hey, I have to notify him first! Did you see the time, by the way?” he complained, annoyed, trying to block her way.
    “Back off, Jerry, it’s important,” she waved him off and then added, “Sector ten, clean-up team.”
    He took a radio from his belt, pressed some button, and repeated her words into it.
    “Sector ten, clean-up and cover.”
    All this time he didn’t take his eyes off her.
    Since the girl’s attention was on someone else, Dave used this time to study the place. The room was small and semicircular, with dark wood floor and walls painted beige over the wooden paneling. There was a desk in one corner and a row of chairs along a concave wall. All the wood made the place feel somewhat homey, and Dave relaxed a little, seeing that they weren’t dragged to some bunker where they would be quartered and dissolved in acid. He ran his eyes over the walls, looking for anything that could have identified the organization, but there were only heavy paintings of landscapes in patterned frames. The guard’s radio creaked loudly, and Dave flinched, brought back from his musings.
    “Rodger that.”
    Jerry only nodded and put the radio back on his belt, raising his eyebrows at the girl questioningly.
    “Okay. So I’ll come in and notify Peter about your arrival. Then he’ll tell me if I should let you in or not. See? Following rules is easy,” he said slowly, standing in front of her with his arms crossed. He was of medium height and build, but even his stature and swift, careful moves gave out that he was a skilled fighter. He wore the same gear as the girls: a black jacket and pants of thick, matte leather alternated with stripes of flexible fabric of the same color. From under his unzipped jacket stood out a white T-shirt with a thick silver chain over it. His face was fine-featured, but there was something unpleasant about his eyes: they were of a very light color and looked almost translucent, like water. He was no more than twenty-five, and his fair hair stuck out in different directions; only his heavy, massively looking sword kept him from looking careless.
    “Go ahead,” the girl replied, rolling her eyes.
    He went to the other door, but just as he opened it, she slipped inside right before him.
    “Hey! I thought we came to an agreement!” he exclaimed, frustrated.
    Jane followed, glancing at him with an apologetic smile and leading the guys after her. The office looked a little ascetic: the same dark wood floor, same wall panels, only it was painted white, and there was a big window across from the door. This room was much wider and longer, but it looked empty, save for a few black cabinets with neat rows of books and folders, and a long conference table of the same dark wood. There were a few frames on the walls, too, only instead of paintings they had photos of places around the world.
    As they crowded at the door, a big leather chair at the far end of the table spun