Corruption by Jessica Shirvington

Author:Jessica Shirvington
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 2014-01-17T13:00:00+00:00

By 6 p.m. I’d locked myself in the bedroom to change and collect the last of my weapons.

I dressed in my usual black uniform and army boots then hitched my hair into a tight ponytail.

Earlier in the day Quentin had snuck out to get me some more clothes. I’d roused on him for leaving the loft and taking unnecessary risks, but he’d just smiled and said, ‘I noticed you weren’t around when everyone was having lunch.’

I glared at him. Damn it, I should’ve known he wouldn’t have missed anything. Not when it had to do with me. ‘I was getting supplies.’

‘Uh-huh,’ he said, shoving the bag in my chest and walking away, ending any further discussion on the subject.

Now I was wearing the skinny jeans, long-sleeved top and new hoodie – all black – that he’d bought for me. And none of them had come from Target. Who knew black jeans could look so different from black jeans?

I stared at myself in the small mirror. There was no denying I looked badass. The hoodie was more of a panelled vest that zipped tight, hugging what curves I had. And when I pulled the hood up, it sat in place, perfectly hiding me but not hindering my view. I moved closer to the mirror. I’d filled out in the last couple of weeks, regaining much of the weight I’d lost in my prison cell.

I took a deep breath, staring straight into my own eyes.

‘You gotta do this, Maggie,’ I told myself. ‘This is your chance to change your path. To do something right for once.’ I pulled away and watched my features morph into something a little grittier, a little more familiar. ‘So don’t mess it up.’

With that, I spun around, grabbed my backpack that was filled to the brim with weapons and blueprints, stuffed my taser in my hoodie pocket, my tranq gun down the back of my jeans, and joined the rest of my waiting soldiers.

‘Liam, you ready?’

Liam nodded, and came to stand beside me.

‘Gus, you set?’

‘You mean to die?’ Gus closed his laptop and threw it in his carry bag. He gave me a pointed look before adding, ‘Or worse?’

I raised my eyebrows.

Gus snorted. ‘I apologise. I forgot I’m supposed to be clambering to get behind you in your all-new superhero-vixen wear, as though just because we’re on the right dirty-rotten team for once, that means we’re somehow going to prevail.’ He paused and took a breath before carrying on. ‘I mean, for chrissake, look around.’ Gus waved a finger around the room. ‘We’re a combination of lowlifes and criminals, led by a she-bitch and …’ he paused at Quentin, ‘a guy who basically equates to the devil’s spawn.’

I crossed my arms and tapped my index finger.

Gus sighed.

I grinned.

It was like old times.

‘Anything else?’ I asked.

‘No point delaying, I suppose,’ he said, hoisting his bag on his shoulder. My grin widened. For Gus, it was a quick turnaround.

‘Here,’ I said, holding out a small bag to Gus.

He tilted his head and took the bag, glancing inside.

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