A Lovers Quarrel

[Rosco’s POV]

“This is the place,” I announce to Marty when we reach the clock tower. “Denali is just inside.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” He grins, reaching into the backseat and pulling his duffle bag full of weapons. “I’ll go get in place. When the heavens start raining redemption, you move.”

“Got it,” I say, grabbing a rope. “I’ll be waiting.”

Nodding, Marty gives me the thumbs up as I get out of the car and begin to extend my senses until I can feel Alexander’s familiar energy.

“Found you,” I growl, making my way to where he is, and then unravel my rope so that the grappling hook attached to it clicks to the ground. “You’re mine now, bastard.”

Stepping back, I draw on all my strength and then let the hook fly so it grabs the side of the roof and allows me to use the rope to climb into position, where I wait until I spot Marty on the roof of a building across the street.