There are much better ways to spend your sunday evening than skulking around rooftops late at night. Bad guys never rest. At least, that's what
Hurricane always says. I don't believe most of what he says because half of it is probably lies.

But I digress.

So there I am, crouched behind a chimney with my boss, freezing to death in spandex, and waiting for something cool to actually happen.

Someone had given Hurricane an anonymous tip, saying that Medusa was going to show up at the docks. So he'd rode the wind to my window and dragged me out of bed to crime fight.

He's a dick.

"Sparrow! Stop daydreaming!" He hisses in my ear.

"I'm not daydreaming." I hiss back.
Peering around the brick chimney, I see nothing but darkness. Darkness and the occasional sweep of the lighthouse's light as it keeps an eye out for ships. That makes me wonder about the lightkeep. His son is kinda cute. I'd never admit that I think that, though.

A sudden breeze whips through the air, gently coaxing my hair out of my braid and brutally shoving it into my face.

Grandmere was right. I should've cut it short. Congratulations, Grandmere, I'm actually thinking about what you told me to do for once.

Fleeting movement catches my eye from below. "There!" I nudge Hurricane in the side, trying to get him to notice. Trying to get him to see.

"Aha! I've found her! Stay right here, Sparrow, and watch as I take her down single handedly!"

He jumps down and I hear the crash as he falls through the planking of the docks below, wincing. Idiot.
I should write a book. 101 Idiotic Mistakes Hurricane Has Made. Copies would fly off the shelves.

Shaking my head and getting rid of the daydreams, I toss my grappling hook, listening for the pleasing clink it makes as it connects to one of the many burnt out street lights that haven't been replaced since 1950 something.

"Here goes." I mumble to myself, looping my arms around the strand of thick cable. With a small push of my legs, the makeshift zipline I've so geniously and redneckly created guides me down to the ground below.

Hurricane slowly pops out of the superhero sized hole he's made, crawling out to rejoin the world of the living again.

"Well, if she couldn't hear your loud mouth before, she's definitely heard you now."

"Hush! I'm listening for her right now!" He shushes me with a gloved hand over the mouth.