Author of The God Secret series, volumes 1 to 4
Kristen Vale pursues terrorists in Canada and worldwide.
Quentin De Foix helps Kristen with his knowledge of history.
-Fleas! Kristen Vale exclaimed.
Beneath the teeming mass of fleas were the dark, inert bodies of sewer rats.
-Have we seen enough? Quentin remarked, feeling uneasy at the sight of the insect populations. Maybe we could go back up? It's at least forty degrees here!
They had to flee, but it was already too late.
Behind them, the fantastical being that appeared in the doorway wore a red leather outfit, long like a biker's cape. Its face was covered by a mask shaped like a long parrot's beak. A porthole-studded hat extended down to below its eyes.
-The doctors' costume during the 16th-century plague, Quentin whispered.
The intruder threw two strange projectiles at them…
-Do you hear that? Kristen asked.
-It sounds like a creak, Quentin suggested.
-Yes, and it's getting closer.
-We're in a tunnel running from Sherbrooke Street to Old Montreal; it could be the brakes of a subway train, suggested Marie Mercier.
-An uncontrollable fear pricked Quentin's neck.
-No, it's rats! Hundreds of rats! he choked out.
-Contaminated rats, Kristen clarified, her voice muffled.
She had to find a solution: a first drone had just crashed near her head.
She pulled herself up with the strength of her arms. Turning around, she saw that three drones had broken away from the pack.
-Jesus! They are in a V-formation. A plow to make sure they don't miss me.
Kristen had taken refuge on the roof of the Montserrat funicular cabin to avoid being swept away by the mudslide.
With knees slightly bent for balance, the young Canadian government agent would prove an easy target for the small ULM 65 helicopter rushing towards her.
“The skids will
impale me if the helicopter
continues on this
path.
