Key Five: Map:
Harry stared at them all in silence. "Why did you bring that tower angel here?" he asked, hissing.
"He can help us escape," Ophelia insisted.
"You're out of your mind!" the one-armed angel shouted as he pounded his good fist against the counter, "They will beat us up for housing an escaped angel! You know they don't take kindly to angel housing fugitives!"
"But he can help us!" she argued.
"Help us do what?" Harry asked, "Get our asses kicked. No thank you! I just want to stay out of their radar! This plan of yours is suicide!" Allen watched them argue back and forth. The way he paced around said that he had to say something, anything.
"We can escape from here!" Ophelia shouted with her arms folded across her chest, "Allen's already escaped from the tower and now he's going to get us out of the city too!"
"How?!" the other angel yelled. The female angel smirked at him.
"That's where you come in," she told him. Harry blinked at her with big eyes.
"Huh?!" he asked. Allen finally took a step forward.
"May I say something?" he asked. The other two angels turned to him. Ophelia glared at him as if warning him to shut up. Allen felt that he couldn't remain quiet anymore.
"We just need someone to make us a map of this whole city so that we can find our way out," he said. Harry narrowed his eyes at him.
"The whole city?!" he snapped, "Are you fucking crazy?! That would take me weeks!"
"Oh come on," Ophelia insisted, "You have the best eyes in the whole city. You can see everything from miles on it."
"Yes, but if they find out I still have my ability, the monsters will end up dragging me into the tower as well," he pointed out, "They've already taken my left arm here when I tried to save Marion." He flung an empty sleeve towards them.
"Please?" Ophelia pleaded with big, innocent eyes. Harry tried to look away in vain. He clenched his fist and gritted his teeth.
"Give me two weeks tops," he growled. Ophelia's face lit up brighter than a Christmas tree as she rushed forward to hug her old friend.
"Thank you, you won't regret this!" she cheered. I doubt that, Harry thought. Instead of voicing that, he pushed her away.
"Yeah, yeah," he muttered, "In the mean time, try to stay out of sight in this hotel. I really don't want Tate and his animals to come searching around this place, giving us more Hell."
"Right," Ophelia said. She tugged at her savior angel's innocence arm. "Come on, Allen," she whispered. This time, the angel went back to silence as she dragged him down the hall. Harry watched them, shaking his head. This won't work, don't they see that?, he thought. He headed into the office to get to work on the city-wide map.