Page 74 of Coup De Grâce
“Rae!”
“Who the fuck are they?”
“Harry. He’s the?—”
“Get strapped. We’ve got company.”
“Strapped?” I gasped. “But we don’t have anyone here to defend us!”
“Dash is here,” she shouted over her shoulder.
“He’s one man!” I called out, wondering how she thought he was going to save the day.
The man with Harry was already filming, following me everywhere I went as I ran down the hall to the weapons vaultand started strapping knives to my hips and thighs. I was shit with a gun, but it was better to be armed than not.
“Here!” I said, shoving the gun at Harry. “Take this.”
“I’m not in the film.”
“You are now.”
Gunfire burst in the distance, making my skin go cold. I had never actually been in a gunfight or any other kind of fight. I wasn’t prepared for this, and the nausea swirling in my stomach made it impossible to think clearly.
“Get into position!” Rae shouted as I rejoined everyone else. “Bree, get the kids out of here!”
“Where do I take them?”
“Get them to the twenty-third floor!” Rae shouted.
“The twenty-third floor?” Harry shouted in glee. “This is fantastic. Keep rolling!”
“Turn that fucking camera off!” I shouted just as the doors opened.
A smoke grenade was tossed out, instantly filling the room with dark smog. I choked on the fumes, waving it away from my face as I fought to keep my eyes open and on the target. They had to be coming from the elevator. It was the only way in.
Unless…
“Rae! Who’s watching the tunnels?”
She shouted something, but as gunfire erupted, it was impossible to hear what she said. Glass shattered all around us as men in black emerged from the elevator, firing at the glass walls dividing the rooms.
I dove for cover, hiding behind one of the walls and covering my head until the storm had passed. Glass splintered around me in little tiny pieces. Fear threatened to choke me, but I pushed it down and grabbed the knife at my hip, sliding it between my fingers just as Fox taught me.
“You can do this. Now isn’t the time to be a pussy.”
“Man, you can’t make up lines like that,” Harry laughed.
I rolled my eyes as I crawled across the floor, getting to the cover of an actual wall. Pressing my back against it, I peeked over the edge, just as a boot crunched on the glass on the other side. Holding my breath, I flipped the knife in my hand and waited for him to take another step.
Just as his boot came into view, I spun and slammed the knife into his foot, screaming as I did so. His gun came up, and I shoved it to the side, slamming my fist into the man’s nuts.
He doubled over in pain, gripping his crotch, giving me enough time to grab another knife. I wasn’t as talented as the others. I couldn’t hold multiple knives in my hands and let them loose like they could.
Gripping the knife, I slammed it up under his ribs, most likely hitting something vital. I was surprised at the force it took to break through not only his gear, but also his flesh.
With a staggering step, he caught himself on the opposite wall, then his eyes dropped to the knife buried in his chest. I didn’t know who he was, and frankly, I didn’t have the time to find out. I wasn’t sure how many more of them there were around here, but one thing was certain, they were here to kill.
I grabbed the knife at the hilt and winced as I yanked it out. “Sorry about that. I bet it hurt.”
