Her role in this was ending, and it left Cass with a question she'd been resolutely avoiding; what to do next. She could stay out of sight and see if she could lend a hand - or more accurately a mind - or she could move to Fordren's location and actually try to fight full-on. This didn't seem wise. She had no physical abilities to speak of, and her innate vulnerability could result in her being nothing more than a liability. There was also the remote possibility that remaining unseen could actually result in a massive pay-day if things went wrong, but she ruthlessly eradicated the fantasy of being a millionaire and concentrated on the task at hand.
Something fluttered in the darkness, and Cass started when Tatsu reacted. She'd only seen a shadowy blur, and remained suitably baffled and alarmed when a voice sounded. When he'd finished talking, she considered it an excellent time to take her leave and spoke sharply. "I have no idea who or what that is. Best of luck, man, my number's in the phone book."
Turning swiftly, Cass made for a stand of trees they'd passed on the way; with the assassin distracted, she should have been able to circle around and enter the school. Stepping carefully to avoid making noise, she updated Fordren again. Loath though she was to admit it, the instant communication had its perks. He's fighting someone, so we have a little extra time. I'll stay in the oak trees outside the wall; I'll help if I need to, and somebody has to keep an eye out for the others. Pulling off her sheepskin jacket, she dropped it into the mulch beneath a gnarled oak, her grey jumper blending in with the shadows better than the brown and white could have. Better than black could have, too.
Something fluttered in the darkness, and Cass started when Tatsu reacted. She'd only seen a shadowy blur, and remained suitably baffled and alarmed when a voice sounded. When he'd finished talking, she considered it an excellent time to take her leave and spoke sharply. "I have no idea who or what that is. Best of luck, man, my number's in the phone book."
Turning swiftly, Cass made for a stand of trees they'd passed on the way; with the assassin distracted, she should have been able to circle around and enter the school. Stepping carefully to avoid making noise, she updated Fordren again. Loath though she was to admit it, the instant communication had its perks. He's fighting someone, so we have a little extra time. I'll stay in the oak trees outside the wall; I'll help if I need to, and somebody has to keep an eye out for the others. Pulling off her sheepskin jacket, she dropped it into the mulch beneath a gnarled oak, her grey jumper blending in with the shadows better than the brown and white could have. Better than black could have, too.