Page 37 of The General's Captive
“Yes, I know someone else who says the same thing. I think you two would get on well.” He replied.
“I take it this person you’re talking about didn’t get caught behind the wall and made it out?”
“What makes you say that?” he inquired.
“You’re not talking about them in the past tense… trust me, around here, that happens a lot.”
Understanding crossed his handsome face before he replied, “We got split up, but knowing him, he is around here somewhere surviving just fine.”
I nodded, as I loaded up the crates with what was needed.
“That’s good then, and if you can vouch for him, then perhaps he will make it to our gates one day… that is, if they are still here for much longer,” I said looking to the door, as if expecting the Myths to be there waiting.
“Here, let me get those for you,” he said helpfully, holding out his beefy arms, and nodding for me to add more creates, telling me the guy was strong. I could only just lift the one, but he had three, like I had piled on pillows. I picked up my one, and walked out of the storeroom toward the wall, where he followed.
“I take it you can fight?” I asked, making him chuckle before telling me,
“I have lasted this long, honey.”
And the way he said honey had a nice drawl to it, which meant I wasn’t offended by the endearment; it didn’t sound patronizing coming from him.
When I first arrived, I’d had to deal with my fair share of sexism, something Riley had even gotten in a few fights over. But then I proved myself in their eyes and soon the banter we shared was born from mutual respect and I soon became one of the lads.
“Yeah, you look hard to kill,” I said, making him chuckle again and, this time, it was a deeper rumble.
“Hey, can you get someone to hand these out and make sure everyone has one?” I said to Tiffany, who had been making her way past us and back towards the lookout.
And holy hell, from the look Aster sent her, I was surprised her panties didn’t melt. A look she didn’t miss as I swear that was the first time I’d ever seen the girl blush. Little Miss Hottie Cool as a Cucumber had finally met her match…interesting.
“Darlin’,” he said, giving her a salute with two fingers from his forehead, making her fumble for words,
“Haeyllo,” she said, mixing up her greeting and when I sniggered, she shot me a dark look that I wagged my eyebrows at.
“Damn, what a woman,”Aster whistled under his breath as we made our way back to the storeroom. I couldn’t help but grin.
“So, what’s next?” he asked as we entered.
“The Goat Bombs and spray guns.”
“Do I want to know?” he said, chuckling and lifting one of the water guns that looked like kids’ toys out of the box.
“It’s filled with various flammable liquids as we find quite a few of the Myths don’t particularly like fire. One person squirts this and another throws the torches. We also have Molotov cocktails for the same reason, but these work best with the Cerastes.”
“The horned snakes,” he guessed, making me grin.
“Someone did his homework, I see. We don’t have all the correct names for the Myths yet, but I have been trying to do my research whenever we come across a book that’s helpful. Most of them seem to be connected to Greek Mythology in one way or another,” I told him as I grabbed the poison tipped arrows, which would mostly go to Frankie as he seemed to be the better shot.
To be honest, I had always wanted to learn, but Riley had always tried to sway me off the idea. Perhaps it was because Frankie was one of the biggest flirts on the base. Which would make sense if Riley had been harboring feelings for me all this time.
But as for archery, it just seemed like such an elegant weapon. But then, I had always been a big Lord of the Rings fan, with Legolas being my favorite.
“And these? Why do they say Goat on the side?”
“Ah, now these are filled with Ajax cleaning powder. As soon as the goat inhales one of these, they fall asleep and make the Chimera vulnerable. Then we spray its mouth with a fire extinguisher, but it has to be the chemical foam kind.”
He nodded before saying, “So that’s how… ahem, you do it,” he said, clearing his throat halfway through, making me question whether he had faced one of these before.
We carried the crates out and one nervous glance at the gate told me the army were getting closer.
