Seeker's Curse (Rogue Angel, Book 19)

He raised a forehead. “Are you continue to staying in Exarcheia? ” he requested. She guessed that was once a rhetorical query. eu Union legislations required hostelries to ascertain overseas visitors’ passports, and to file all overseas site visitors to police companies. And EKAM most likely had how one can hold music of her besides. She hadn’t came across any GPS tracker-bugs caught in her garments or possessions. She used to be beautiful well-seasoned while it got here to that kind of factor. yet she nonetheless suspected that the Hellenic police distinct forces might lay arms on her if and after they cared to. “I’m staying at a bit pension. It’s handy to the museum. affordable, too. yet in basic terms relative to every thing else in Athens. I figured with the nationwide Technical collage correct close by there’d be type of a student-ghetto happening. ” They either stood. “Watch yourself,” he stated. “Because of the drug purchasers? ” she requested. “Or the anarchists? ” “Both pose genuine problems,” he acknowledged. “Most of the anarchists are risk free, quite, regardless of what a few of my fellow officials think. yet watch out; a few of them are violent thrill seekers. yet they aren't what quite matters me. As you recognize. ” “Bajraktari,” Annja stated. “Of path. he's relentless and resourceful—a lot of those former guerrilla warring parties are. in addition to totally ruthless. And he has…certain assets. ” “I’ll be cautious, Pan,” she acknowledged. “And i actually might be performed right here in an afternoon or . I’m simply attempting to get as a lot info as i will be able to. ” POISED LIKE A GAZELLE at the fringe of a clearing looking for cheetahs, Annja waited for a holiday within the noisy steel jostle of noon site visitors. She used to be returning around the Exarcheia plaza to the museum from the café the place she’d had lunch. faded eco-friendly leaf buds sprouted from the branches of scrawny bushes. Pigeons bobbed and bubbled at the pavement, oblivious to scurrying pedestrian toes. The Aegean sunlight flashing off glass and chrome used to be sizzling on her face and excellent even via her sun shades. Her holiday got here whilst a white panel truck bring to an end a light blue-and-white Citroën. She trotted quickly ahead. As she neared the other facet of the road she heard brakes squeal and horns blaring. It startled her sufficient that she grew to become her head to look over her shoulder. A boxy little historic Audi compact, its paint pale to leprous grey and rusting via in tremendous patches like scabs, had lower in to the shrink shut in the back of her. The fats around form of an RPG warhead pointed at her from the rear passenger window. White smoke rushed out round it. Garish yellow flame lit the car’s inside. The high-explosives-stuffed steel onion sprang towards Annja’s face. five Annja hurled herself to the ideal. Thirty ft to her left the rocket grenade cracked off opposed to the nook of a development. The floor-level window, nearly completely obscured with hand accounts, exploded in giant shards of glass and scraps of colourful flaming paper. She hit the pavement, skinned the arms of her palms, received a shoulder down, and rolled repeatedly. Demonic shrieking rose over the plaza, which had by surprise long gone so quiet Annja momentarily notion the blast’s vicious crack had deafened her.