Chapter 71

Shannon rifled through her backpack, finally extracting a utility knife. She deftly wrapped a talisman around the handle before passing it to Scott. "For your protection," she said. Scott's lips twitched as he eyed the tool. Weren't experts supposed to tote all kinds of mystical gear? How come Shannon ain't got even a sword? It seemed a bit casual for the job, didn't it? But, alas, beggars couldn't be choosers. With a shrug, Scott pocketed the blade. After Shannon and he chewed the fat about what might go down later, making sure Scott was on the same page, she dug out a handful more talismans from her bag. Scott's jaw dropped as he watched her deftly flick her wrist, setting the talismans spinning in the air before they swooped down and formed a protective shield around her. "Shannon's really got some mojo…" he mused. Suddenly, he felt a surge of confidence grip him as he clutched the small utility knife in his hand. The pair climbed the stairs again. Upon reaching the rooftop