All The Fallen ~*~ Chapter 9 ~*~ Solitaire

            Jo
stepped off the plane and, she was wearing dark tinted sunglasses and a pair of
heavily tinted contact lenses beneath that. 
A black sleeveless sports shirt billowed around her and the faded blue
jeans hung on her body.  She looked like
your every day tourist, but she most certainly was not.  She nodded to the man in front of her; he
nodded back and slipped her a package as they passed each other.

            Jo slipped it into the
backpack she was wearing and walked away as if nothing had happened.  She caught a cab and was dropped off two
blocks from where she thought Helena’s children were. 

            Thought.  She thought because she was sure that was who
she’d channeled.  Why?  She didn’t know why as of yet.  She was itching to find out.  How had a child, that she’d never met, made
the unearthly connection to her that so few people in this world had ever
accomplished?  She certainly needed to
find out because if this child was somehow connected to her, or to someone she
loved she needed to know it.   

            She saw the small
apartment building that was her destination. 
She ducked into the alleyway and tore open the package with one
hand.  She pulled back the slide on the
gun, loading it and hoping she didn’t need it then she slipped the Glock into
her waistband and looked up.  She focused
on the open window, the heat of the day having forced the occupants to leave
them open.  The curtains were sucked out
and then back into the apartment.  Jo
watched them flutter slowly, concentrating and her eyes slowly turned amber.

            There was no way into
the building without arousing suspicion. 
If she went in through the front door and someone saw her, she was done
for.  She had no real authority here, so
she had to be very careful.  Unless of
course….

            Jo took a deep breath
and jumped, grabbing hold of the edge of the second story window.  The vertical leap was, of course, impossible
for a human, but Jo Wheaton had ceased being human a long time ago.  She muscled her way to the sill, balancing there
like only she could; she then dug her fingers into the old brick and made her
way to the fourth floor.  The theme song
to Spiderman on her lips as her fingers found purchase in places that only a
spider could have gone.