Page 137 of Even Robots Die
She comes down the stairs and stops in front of me.
“Your idea to come with me still sound like the best?” she asks me as she crosses her arms under her breast. She has no idea how that simple move makes me want her even more. The way she tugs her hands under her armpits pushes her breasts up and every time I see her do that, I want to sink my fangs into the top of one of her breasts, or both.
I have to get my mind out of the gutter, though, because now isn’t the time to fantasize about everything I want to do to my woman.
“You miss me, Furious?” I ask her instead.
“Maybe,” she says. “You know you’re an idiot and that I’ll make sure to tell you as many times as you need?”
“Yes, I know,” I tell her with an amused smile I’m not sure she can see. “Now get me out of here so we can go help everyone outside.”
She puts her hand on the lock, and I hear a click.
“Electric lock,” she says with a shrug.
She gives me her second glove that is already off her hand and we get to work.
Luckily, most of the people in the cells are in good shape—or at least can walk on their own—so once we get out, it’s easier.
We walk up two flights of stairs and numerous corridors before we finally see the sunlight. It’s harsh on my eyes and I can only imagine what it does to the prisoners we just freed. There was light in the dungeon, but it was still very dark.
That’s not what worries me the most, though.
What worries me is the fact that we just exited a building that was relatively safe to be thrust into during an all out war, and the prisoners with us have no way to defend themselves.
“We need to get them to safety,” I tell Florentine.
At least we got out near theécuries du roi,which means we’re slightly off center from the battle taking place out in the open.
“Charles is on his way with a team,” Florentine says after a second. I wonder when she took over my own team.
That must show on my face because she adds, “Milton reached him faster than any holo could.”
She shrugs, and it makes her metallic wings move with her.
I see movement coming from the sky on her side. Not allies from the look of the feathered wings at their back.
“Attack incoming,” I tell her, motioning her to face the threat.
She opens her wings further and powers them up before she jumps into the sky. I follow her and we rush to the birds coming our way.
Only one of them is carrying the type of gun Florentine warned us about, and before we reach them, he’s already firing. The five othersjust look very pleased with themselves as the net is launched in the air in our direction.
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The birds in front of us are pretty smug, and I would love to wipe the smirk off the face of the shooter.
We’re too far away for now, though.
They must think I’m stupid because I’m flying towards the net, but I can’t really avoid it if I want to shoot my darts.
The net is almost upon us—yes, because despite the fact he doesn’t have razor sharp wings, Brice is sticking to my side—when the distance indicator finally turns green and I release four darts. It takes a second to load again, but it’s too late and the net falls over me and Brice, preventing us from flying and making us fall.
I see the four birds my darts hit fall with us.
At least I took out the shooter.
