Joy was a superhuman, the most unique one they had ever seen. Other abilities could be explained...hers...they neither fell here or there and nobody in Kingsbridge could explain them.
She had a pair of black wings that could cut steel and conjure a dust or rainstorm. Normally, she followed Emily like an ordinary maid, handing her water or brushing dust from Emily's clothes. Joy was the kind of woman that most looked at and dismissed as irrelevant.
"Joy!" Captain Hanks arched a brow. "You are sending her out on recon? Isn't that dangerous? A secret weapon is only secret if your enemy does not know about it?"
Emily shook her head. "Nobody blends in better than Joy. The sky is already littered with birds the size of planes. Unless someone with supervision is keeping an eye above, a tiny human with wings will not be noticed."
Joy entered the room silently, keeping her head down as if she was too afraid to look at the occupants.
