She didn't wait for them to fire. She vaulted over the railing, the wind screaming past her ears. As she plummeted toward the lower levels, she hit the 'Execute' button on her wrist-link.
The rain over the capital of Elara didn't fall; it descended like a heavy, grey curtain, blurring the sharp edges of the Gilded Spires. Candace stood at the edge of the terrace, the cold stone of the railing biting into her palms. In her satchel, tucked beneath a layer of waterproof leather, was the manuscript everyone was dying to possess: The Gilded Stone .
"I told you not to call me by my tag, Silas," Candace whispered, her breath fogging in the chill air. "I'm not a number in your revolution anymore."