Author of the Le Secret de Dieu series, volumes 1 to 4
Kristen Vale pursues terrorists in Canada and around the world.
Quentin De Foix helps Kristen with his knowledge of history.
-Fleas!" said Kristen Vale.
Beneath the swarming mass of fleas, the dark, inert bodies of sewer rats.
"Have we seen enough?" remarked Quentin, feeling uneasy at the sight of the insect populations. "Maybe we should go back up? It's at least 40 degrees in here!"
They had to flee, but it was already too late.
Behind them, the fantastic being who appeared in the doorway wore a red leather suit as long as a biker's cape. The face was covered by a mask in the shape of a long parrot's beak. A porthole hat reached down below the eyes.
"The costume worn by doctors during the plague of the 16th century," whispered Quentin.
The intruder hurled two strange projectiles at them...
-Hear that?" said Kristen.
"It sounds like a squeak," Quentin suggested.
-Yes, and it's getting closer.
-We're in a gallery running from Sherbrooke Street to Old Montreal, and these could be the brakes on a subway train," suggested Marie Mercier.
-An uncontrollable fear prickled the back of Quentin's neck.
-No, they're rats! Hundreds of rats!" he choked.
-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 her arms. Turning around, she saw that three drones had broken away from the pack.
-Jesus! They're flying 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 her knees slightly bent for balance, the young Canadian government agent was going to prove to be easy prey for the small ULM 65 helicopter that was rushing towards her.
"Skates will
skewer me if the chopper
continues on this
trajectory.
