Jumps over wall

The Bradford home was guarded by a tall rock wall that might have kept out a particularly stupid human or one who couldn’t operate a ladder. The trees were the right height to cross from wall to branches to rooftop. The house possessed the sort of recesses and nooks that, along with the trees, hid her from the street. It was an ideal perch.
The security wasn’t terrible: one bored cop in a squad car passed sometimes on the street and a soldier in a dark suit walked the perimeter at intervals. The soldier looked competent for a human. With enough bullets and luck, and on a new moon, he might have slowed down Splat.
Naomi’s rain-clean scent rose from the back of the house and Ryn dropped from the roof to her window. Her toes caught the sill and she perched on the three-inch sliver, fingertips flush to a window with drawn curtains on the inside. Ryn felt a flutter of anticipation and knocked.


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