A Whateley Academy Story
Imp 7: Imp-ervious to Reason
The Village, Sunday morning Nov 18th 2007
I crouched down on the rooftop, staring down at my target below. My eyes narrowed as I watched him walk across the Village, completely oblivious to what awaited.
“Strike three,” I said, not taking my eyes off Barney. “You’re out.”
If Barney thought it was bad the last time I’d seriously shown my displeasure, he was sorely mistaken. Since he hadn’t learned his lesson, it seemed that I was going to have to kick things up a notch or three.