Page 37 of Seer Prophet

“Be careful, damn it!”

He looked at me, directly that time.

Before I could make sense of his expression, he leaned over, kissing me on the mouth. He sent a dense heat with the kiss, enough to catch my breath. Then he turned, still holding my wrist as he peered around the doors.

He sent me a reassuring ping a half-second later.

Get in. We don’t have much time.

I didn’t argue. I could feel he was right.

I only grimaced a little as I stepped around the bodies of the seer and human guards who decorated the elevator car floor. I had to work a bit to find room to stand with the high heels, even as Revik leaned over the interior panel, punching in the blue button for sub-basement five.

Once he had, Revik smiled at me.

“We have guns now,” he observed. He motioned to the bodies of the fallen guards with flicks of his fingers.

I snorted.

Releasing my wrist, he crouched down, flipping open the suit jacket of one of the fallen seers. I watched as he unsnapped a side holster and pulled out a handgun, what looked like a modified M1911, with at least some organic components. He handed it wordlessly to me, barely looking up before he opened the jacket of a second seer, pulling out a gun for himself.

I hesitated, glancing at one of the automatic rifles.

A few seconds later, I let it go.

I didn’t want anything that bulky, and those damned things had a hell of a kick. The idea of falling on my ass didn’t thrill me, and I was still doing all of this in six-inch heels. I watched Revik check the magazine and chamber on a Beretta M9 he’d procured for himself.

“Local, do you think?” Revik inquired, snapping the magazine back in.

I shrugged. “Looks like they ripped off a military supply station.”

Revik grunted a laugh, rising gracefully back to his feet.

We stood shoulder to shoulder, watching the numbers grow smaller.

Chapter8

Finding Listers

Jon frowned, struggling for words as he looked at the blank-eyed row of humans in front of him.

Well, not blank-eyedexactly.

He saw fear in those eyes.

Horror. Panic.

Truthfully, they looked like they expected to be murdered any minute.

It didn’t help that Chinja hovered near him, staring at them with her weird gold eyes, or that every seer with them, with the exception of Jon and Maygar, wore full body armor. Or that all of them, with the exception of Jon, carried automatic weapons. It definitely didn’t help that those weapons consisted mostly of menacing black and green rifles loaded up with illegal organics.

Of course, illegal didn’t really mean what it used to mean.

That didn’t mean “illegal” had gone away entirely.

Inside the Shadow-run cities, gun bans were strictly enforced. As in, no one could have guns outside of military, private security firms hired by rich people, rich people with special permits, and law enforcement.

Outside the quarantine cities, it was pretty much anything goes.

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