Patrice pushed herself forward with a burst of speed and leapt into the night. She didn’t care if the stranger followed her. If he proved to be a problem then she’d show him a few of the stranger gifts God had given her. Right now, she didn’t have time to worry, there was someone that needed her help.

Buildings flew by in threes and fours as she sailed through the air.

She aimed for the play house that looked out over the river Seine. That would give her the position she needed to pinpoint her target.

Coming to rest upon the roof of the theater she listened intently, waiting for any kind signal.

A loud whisper called to her. “Psst, ma’moiselle. Down here.”

Patrice jumped down landing in a crouch, ready to spring into action.

The Spaniard she had just left was standing there.

“I think you are looking for this, si?” He pointed at the front of the theater.

She looked but kept him in her field of vision.

The doors were broken, hanging uselessly off of their hinges, and the theater lay wide open.