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Before Marton s body slumped to the floor, I grabbed the hilt of his large knife and jerked it from the sheath on
his belt. He fell too fast for me to snatch his handgun.
Harrison stood in the doorway looking stunned. What the fuck? he said as he shot his hand toward his
holstered gun.
Those were Harrison s last words as I plunged Marton s knife into his heart. I jerked the bloody knife from
Harrison s body right before his corpse collapsed onto Marton s.
No time to grab Harrison s gun or other weapons. Terrence stood a few feet inside the doorway, gripping a
large handgun and training it on me. I dodged back around the side of the door just in time to hear the gun s
report and see chips of stone fly directly across the hallway from where the bullet had hit the wall.
Did you get the bitch? Nasal Man shouted.
Shut the fuck up. Terrence said in a low whisper that no doubt I wasn t supposed to hear. My enhanced
hearing made it easy for me to catch every word. You ll give away your position. There s only one of those
beasts and we can take it.
Adrenaline poured through my body in an intense rush. That shot had been close, but it had also given me an
extra edge to my power. In my Drow form and as a Night Tracker, I thrived on danger. Being shot at or
physically attacked qualified as danger. I was a total adrenaline junkie.
What do we do? Nasal Man wheezed in his version of a whisper.
Wait for her. This had to be the redhead speaking in a deep, throbbing tone that still managed to be low
enough to barely hear. He sounded calm, confident, and I knew he was the one man to be reckoned with. She
will come to us.
It, you mean, Nasal Man said in a nasty voice. It will come to us.
The redhead didn t respond and the room went quiet. The redhead scored points for referring to me as she. Too
bad I d have to kill him.
While the men talked, I squatted beside the door, blood pounding through my veins. I wiped blood from the side
of Marton s knife onto my pants and then carefully eased the knife near the floor. It was just enough through the
doorway that I hoped it couldn t be seen and I could use the shiny surface like a mirror.
It was obvious the now-dead guy didn t know the first thing about knife fighting because having a knife shiny
enough to reflect light could get a person killed. But for now, it could serve a purpose providing it didn t
reveal me in the same way.
I tilted the blade so that I could see into the room from where I crouched. Terrence was bent at his waist, easing
his way closer to the door, his gun gripped in both of his hands, the barrel pointed toward the doorway.
The moment he got close enough to the doorway I lunged upward, forward-flipped, twisted, and landed in a
crouch on the opposite side of the doorway. Like I d hoped, my movement caught him completely off guard.
He started to swing the barrel of his gun toward me but I flung the knife straight for his forehead. It buried itself
to the hilt in his brain.
Terrence collapsed onto his backside, sprawled into an unnatural position.
Again I dodged away from the doorway just in time. Several gunshots from inside the room spattered the stone
across the hallway and nicked the doorframe.
Fuck, Nasal Man said, and it wasn t in a whisper.
Quiet. The redhead spoke in a low, very slow and deadly tone that made me shiver. If you re not, you re
dead. I ll be the one to kill you.
Nasal Man shut up.
The silence was eerie for a few moments. I couldn t reach any of the dead men s weapons without exposing
myself, and I no longer had the knife to use as a mirror. Or a weapon.
I looked around the hallway. Nothing but stone walls and three dead men. My gaze traveled up the wall to the
ceiling of the hallway. Above was the metal pipe that ran alongside the lights, along with the larger one that
piped in water.
A very light scuff on the floor inside the room told me one of the men was close enough to swing around that
door and shoot me.
I rose from my crouch and backed up, my steps quick and light. I rounded a corner thankfully to a more empty
hallway along with a few closed doors. The room with the two remaining living men was out of sight now.
With ease I hopped up, grasped the water pipe, and then balanced on it like a cat. I moved along it on my hands
and knees back toward the room. I paused just a couple of feet from the room as Nasal Man came into view.
It s gone, he said as he looked up and down the hallway. He might sound like an idiot, but by the way he
handled his gun it was obvious he knew what he was doing. Now what the fuck do we do?
Redhead wasn t wearing his mask like the others. He remained silent as he stood inside the doorway. His gun
was still sheathed along with his daggers. Confident bastard, wasn t he?
A chill ran down my spine. Could he sense me somehow? One of those latent psychics Rodán said were on the
earth Otherworld? I wasn t going to wait to find out.
I gripped the water pipe and swung down in a fast movement. I landed on Nasal Man s shoulders, grasped his
head in my hands, twisted it, and snapped his neck.
Before he even dropped, I back-flipped off his shoulders and landed in a crouch.
Redhead reacted faster than I expected. He swung his leg out and caught me in the face with his boot.
The impact sent me sliding across the stone floor, so much pain shooting through my head and jaw that I was
almost dizzy from it.
Adrenaline and training helped me get to my feet in a rush.
I expected Redhead to reach for one of his weapons but he walked toward me. Stalked was more like it. A big,
hulking powerhouse of a man. It would be a shame to kill such a fine specimen.
My breathing was light even though my head hurt like crazy. I waited for him, my stance loose, easy.
Tough bitch, aren t you? Redhead actually sounded impressed. Took down four trained men and didn t
break a sweat.
Who trained them? I moved slightly, trying to find the best place to attack him. Daffy Duck? Bugs Bunny,
maybe? The Looney Tunes cartoon references made me think of Adam, a distraction on my part, a stupid thing
to have done.
Redhead feinted with his right, then lunge-punched me with his left. He should never have caught me off guard,
but he did. His fist hit my solar plexus.
If I had been an inexperienced fighter, the hit would have taken me down. It knocked some breath from me but I
ignored it, spun, and caught him on the side with a solid kick.
The man was made of steel. He didn t even rock to the side.
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Before Marton s body slumped to the floor, I grabbed the hilt of his large knife and jerked it from the sheath on
his belt. He fell too fast for me to snatch his handgun.
Harrison stood in the doorway looking stunned. What the fuck? he said as he shot his hand toward his
holstered gun.
Those were Harrison s last words as I plunged Marton s knife into his heart. I jerked the bloody knife from
Harrison s body right before his corpse collapsed onto Marton s.
No time to grab Harrison s gun or other weapons. Terrence stood a few feet inside the doorway, gripping a
large handgun and training it on me. I dodged back around the side of the door just in time to hear the gun s
report and see chips of stone fly directly across the hallway from where the bullet had hit the wall.
Did you get the bitch? Nasal Man shouted.
Shut the fuck up. Terrence said in a low whisper that no doubt I wasn t supposed to hear. My enhanced
hearing made it easy for me to catch every word. You ll give away your position. There s only one of those
beasts and we can take it.
Adrenaline poured through my body in an intense rush. That shot had been close, but it had also given me an
extra edge to my power. In my Drow form and as a Night Tracker, I thrived on danger. Being shot at or
physically attacked qualified as danger. I was a total adrenaline junkie.
What do we do? Nasal Man wheezed in his version of a whisper.
Wait for her. This had to be the redhead speaking in a deep, throbbing tone that still managed to be low
enough to barely hear. He sounded calm, confident, and I knew he was the one man to be reckoned with. She
will come to us.
It, you mean, Nasal Man said in a nasty voice. It will come to us.
The redhead didn t respond and the room went quiet. The redhead scored points for referring to me as she. Too
bad I d have to kill him.
While the men talked, I squatted beside the door, blood pounding through my veins. I wiped blood from the side
of Marton s knife onto my pants and then carefully eased the knife near the floor. It was just enough through the
doorway that I hoped it couldn t be seen and I could use the shiny surface like a mirror.
It was obvious the now-dead guy didn t know the first thing about knife fighting because having a knife shiny
enough to reflect light could get a person killed. But for now, it could serve a purpose providing it didn t
reveal me in the same way.
I tilted the blade so that I could see into the room from where I crouched. Terrence was bent at his waist, easing
his way closer to the door, his gun gripped in both of his hands, the barrel pointed toward the doorway.
The moment he got close enough to the doorway I lunged upward, forward-flipped, twisted, and landed in a
crouch on the opposite side of the doorway. Like I d hoped, my movement caught him completely off guard.
He started to swing the barrel of his gun toward me but I flung the knife straight for his forehead. It buried itself
to the hilt in his brain.
Terrence collapsed onto his backside, sprawled into an unnatural position.
Again I dodged away from the doorway just in time. Several gunshots from inside the room spattered the stone
across the hallway and nicked the doorframe.
Fuck, Nasal Man said, and it wasn t in a whisper.
Quiet. The redhead spoke in a low, very slow and deadly tone that made me shiver. If you re not, you re
dead. I ll be the one to kill you.
Nasal Man shut up.
The silence was eerie for a few moments. I couldn t reach any of the dead men s weapons without exposing
myself, and I no longer had the knife to use as a mirror. Or a weapon.
I looked around the hallway. Nothing but stone walls and three dead men. My gaze traveled up the wall to the
ceiling of the hallway. Above was the metal pipe that ran alongside the lights, along with the larger one that
piped in water.
A very light scuff on the floor inside the room told me one of the men was close enough to swing around that
door and shoot me.
I rose from my crouch and backed up, my steps quick and light. I rounded a corner thankfully to a more empty
hallway along with a few closed doors. The room with the two remaining living men was out of sight now.
With ease I hopped up, grasped the water pipe, and then balanced on it like a cat. I moved along it on my hands
and knees back toward the room. I paused just a couple of feet from the room as Nasal Man came into view.
It s gone, he said as he looked up and down the hallway. He might sound like an idiot, but by the way he
handled his gun it was obvious he knew what he was doing. Now what the fuck do we do?
Redhead wasn t wearing his mask like the others. He remained silent as he stood inside the doorway. His gun
was still sheathed along with his daggers. Confident bastard, wasn t he?
A chill ran down my spine. Could he sense me somehow? One of those latent psychics Rodán said were on the
earth Otherworld? I wasn t going to wait to find out.
I gripped the water pipe and swung down in a fast movement. I landed on Nasal Man s shoulders, grasped his
head in my hands, twisted it, and snapped his neck.
Before he even dropped, I back-flipped off his shoulders and landed in a crouch.
Redhead reacted faster than I expected. He swung his leg out and caught me in the face with his boot.
The impact sent me sliding across the stone floor, so much pain shooting through my head and jaw that I was
almost dizzy from it.
Adrenaline and training helped me get to my feet in a rush.
I expected Redhead to reach for one of his weapons but he walked toward me. Stalked was more like it. A big,
hulking powerhouse of a man. It would be a shame to kill such a fine specimen.
My breathing was light even though my head hurt like crazy. I waited for him, my stance loose, easy.
Tough bitch, aren t you? Redhead actually sounded impressed. Took down four trained men and didn t
break a sweat.
Who trained them? I moved slightly, trying to find the best place to attack him. Daffy Duck? Bugs Bunny,
maybe? The Looney Tunes cartoon references made me think of Adam, a distraction on my part, a stupid thing
to have done.
Redhead feinted with his right, then lunge-punched me with his left. He should never have caught me off guard,
but he did. His fist hit my solar plexus.
If I had been an inexperienced fighter, the hit would have taken me down. It knocked some breath from me but I
ignored it, spun, and caught him on the side with a solid kick.
The man was made of steel. He didn t even rock to the side.
Instead, he grasped my ankle and twisted it. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]