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Jacob. Don't go over. Someone driving by might see." She pulled out her cell phone, her thumbs flying across the keyboard. "I've texted the others. Help is coming."
    "I can't wait. I understand what Mara was talking about now when she said she was drawn to it. My body is about to pull a sucker-punch on my brain and drag my hijacked ass in there. Besides, we can't give it a chance to get away."
    At least he listened to her about the fence. He lifted the padlock in his hand and filled the mechanism with water, maintaining contact so that it wouldn't drip through his fingers. He froze it, spreading the molecules where the key should have been. The lock opened.
    "Go ahead, Jacob. I'll close it behind you," Malini said.
    He slipped through and disappeared behind stacks of tires and rows of rusted cars. Malini did close and lock the gate behind him but not before she slid through first. There was no way she was going to leave him to do this alone. Dr. Silva would make short work of the lock anyway.
    "Solve the problem," she said to herself. That was what her father always told her. It was all about critical thinking. Plan the work then work the plan. She didn't know what she was or what power she had, but today, even if it was as an ordinary girl, she was going to help Jacob kill this Watcher.
    She scanned the junk in front of her. Up, she needed to climb higher, so that she could see. A boxcar rusted in the west corner. Perfect.
    On quiet feet, she ran as fast as she could to the wreck and climbed the ladder up the side. Thankfully, she could see most of the junkyard. Stacked vehicles blocked the southwest corner, but otherwise, the twisted metal was low enough. She found Jacob right away, creeping forward between stacks of junk, holding tight to one side of the path.
    Unfortunately, she spotted the Watcher next. The sight of it made her gag. It wore the illusion of a young man in overalls, a form that fit right in with the surroundings. Anyone who caught a glimpse from the outside would think he was a custodian. But Malini knew what he was immediately. His smell rose up over the rest of the rot and hit her full in the face. If that wasn't enough of a clue, it was eating something, and from where she stood, it looked a lot like a human foot.
    Left , she punched into her cell phone to Jacob's number. She saw him pull his phone from his pocket and silence the vibration.
    Where R U
    Never mind. Go left.
    Jacob moved forward and followed her directions, circling around a pyramid of stacked barrels, low and out of sight.
    Left again. Right after the blue Nova. Careful, U R close.
    He followed her directions, creeping down the pathway and then sliding around the blue car at the end. The Watcher stopped eating and sniffed the air, tossing the bones he'd been chewing aside and wiping the blood from his hands on his overalls. Malini saw the smear for only a moment and then it faded into the illusion, swallowed by the fake perfection Watchers liked to use.
    It senses U , Malini texted, but it was too late. The Watcher spotted Jacob's feet under the Nova and instantly transformed itself into a little girl in a pink dress and pigtails.
    Girl is Watcher ! Malini typed but Jacob had already stowed his phone, pouring the water into his palm and forming his favorite ice blade. He crouched into a fighting stance.
    As Malini feared, he hesitated when the little girl scampered around the corner.
    "Help me," it said, holding out a chubby hand.
    "What are you doing in here?" Jacob asked.
    Malini said a silent prayer that Jacob wouldn't lower his weapon. The little girl inched closer, her eyes as big as saucers, her chubby hand reaching for Jacob's. And Jacob was reaching back, drawn in by the illusion. She had to do something. She had to warn him.
    "JACOB, IT'S HER," Malini screamed.
    Jacob took a step back and wielded his weapon. The little girl façade ripped in half and the black scaly skin of a Watcher emerged. Its wings sprung forth with a