After I get about halfway through the bars, someone pounds on the door. “Get down!” the man hisses, shoving my shoulder, hard.
I crumple to the floor before standing back up. “Terrell, whatever nonsense that guy is spewing to you isn’t true. The face-scan just finished for him, and turns out he’s Elizabeth’s brother. Not a mortal, just a stupid one of us. So can you please stop damaging the copter before we actually have to throw you in jail?” Kal says through the door.
The man curses next to me and reaches up to continue sawing at the bars. But, when his hand closes around the hilt of the dagger, he screams. “Nice try, but without gloves, those things will eat through your flesh like acid.” Kal mocks.