Air: Elementalist Book 1 by Rebecca Wolf (an ebook reader txt) 📕

Copyright © 2020 Rebecca Wolf

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ISBN-13: 9781234567890

ISBN-10: 1477123456

Cover design by: ArtTower

Library of Congress Control Number: 2018675309

Printed in the United States of America

To my sister

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Chapter 1

It was a hot night in the middle of a July heatwave. I waited by the docks, the air heavy with the smell of salt. The wind swirled around me, encouraged by my nerves and the waves from the sea. Mickey had texted me saying that he was running a little behind schedule, but that he had the goods.  I hovered in the air between the wall of the nearby boathouse and a broken streetlamp, waiting. Footsteps sounded to my right, I heard someone whistling the tune for “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star,” and sighed in relief. Whistling nursery rhymes was Mickey's way of telling me we were in the clear.

He turned the corner, and I landed quietly behind him. It didn’t pay for him to know that I could fly. I didn’t trust him knowing that much about me.

“Hey Mickey,” I said in a low tone. He whirled around, startled.

 “JEsuS,” he exclaimed, “Why you gotta pop out of nowhere every time and give me a heart attack?!”

“You got the stuff?” I asked.

“I got it right here,” he said, swinging off his backpack and holding it out to me.

“Open the bag and let me see.”

He unzipped the bag and held it open, eyes shifting nervously as he looked around for potential enforcers. Inside, as promised, were fifty boxes of menstrual cups.

“Excellent,” I said, “and the meds?”

“I wasn’t able to get the meds,” he said.

“You promised you had the goods,” I said, exasperated.

“I got a better offer on the way over.”

the wind picked up, blowing empty beer cans and plastic bags about the street.

“Mickey,” I tsked, “my boss will not be pleased.”

“Your boss doesn’t have to know,” he cajoled. “Come on Zephyr, I’ll owe you one. They paid me twice what your boss was willing to give.”

“I won’t tell her if you give me the name and address of your supplier.”

“Deal,” he said a little too easily.

He pulled out his cell phone and sent me the name and address, and when I saw it I understood why he had given it to me so readily.

 Nature’s Nurture and Co. 24 Apple Blossom Blvd Terra Island

“Seriously Mickey? You get the meds straight from the manufacturer? That place is elementalist owned, and it’s built like a fortress! Be fair and at least tell me how you get access.”

“I work there in the maintenance room,” he said. “Good luck getting in, Sucker.”

“What about the favor you owe me?”

“What about it?”

“I’m calling it in. Give me your access card and we’ll call it even.”

“No way, Zephyr,” he said, clutching his jacket pocket to his side.

What an idiot, I thought humorously. Now I know where he keeps his card.

“My bosses are Earth elementals. If they found out they would bury me alive. Literally.”

“Alright Mickey, I get it, I work for one of those bastards too,” I said. I didn’t, but it was better if he thought so.

I came over and patted him on the shoulder with my right hand, feigning commiseration while giving a little nudge of my air element with my left. The card jumped from his pocket into my fingers as I backed away.

“What the HELL?” he said angrily “GIVE IT BACK YOU BITCH.”

“Next time keep your promises, Mickey.”

“If you don’t give it back I’ll report you, see if I don’t!” he said, striding towards me angrily.

“Now Mickey,” I said, increasing my pace, “I’d hate to see you get in trouble for misplacing your ID,” I turned around and sprinted towards the corner of the boathouse. “Don’t worry,” I called over my shoulder, “I’ll drop it off somewhere when I’m done, and then text you where to find it.”

I made it to the corner and flung myself around the side, panting heavily, then leapt to the roof right before he rounded the corner. I tried to stifle my breathing, covering my mouth with my hand to muffle the sound. He looked around in confusion before kicking the boathouse in anger and storming off. Why people never look up is beyond me, but it definitely works in my favor.

It took fifteen minutes for me to fly to the manufacturing plant, and I spent that time reviewing the schematics in my head. It's structure squatted like an ugly toad in the middle of the small island. It was comprised of an enormous dome shaped building that rose seven stories up and was sandwiched between two cylindrical three-story structures on either side. Both cylinders were flat on top with large helipads capable of landing several aircraft carriers at a time. The owners currently had an agreement with one of the Air Elementalist families requiring them to enable transportation via flight. Otherwise, as Earth Elementalists, they would just have used ground transportation, catering to their strength.

I had cased the place a year ago when I was asked to obtain the medication initially. I had even made a specialized jammer for the occasion that interfered with their video recordings, while still allowing video surveillance. They could see me in real time on the screen, but if they tried to watch the footage later, there would be nothing to find. Still, I had quickly