Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Another bullet and it skims the top of the phone, knocking it out of my hand. I scream in surprise as Faith dives for it. “It's okay!”
I drop to my butt, making absolutely sure none of me is sticking out.
“Mila!” yells Scrapper. He must've heard my scream.
“I'm fine, I'm fine!” I yell back.
“If we get out of this, can I borrow your bikers to do a round of, let's call them performance reviews with my people?” seethes Ella. “No one else knew we would be here, and I thought I picked a good crew. Obviously someone is talking, and that’s not something I’m going to put up with.”
“I'm sure they'd be happy to,” I confirm.
“Girls, we have to move,” yells Bull while Mad Dog fires a couple of rounds through the wrecked doorway. “Anywhere we can go from here?”
Faith and I look at Ella. If anyone knows, it's her.
She wets her lips. “If we can get out that door, the hallway that branches left leads to an office wing. There might at least be a lot of places to hide there. If we're lucky, we can get out the fire escape.”
Scrapper grins. “Good thinking. We're gonna try to make an opening, okay? Everyone, get over here and prepare to run.”
Keeping low, we follow the walls until we're standing right by the door frame behind Scrapper. Bull and Mad Dog are on the other side, and Scrapper's found a fire extinguisher, big enough that he's hauling it with two hands.
“Ready?” he yells. “Better fucking be.”
He throws the fire extinguisher through the door. Immediately a gun fires, and then the whole hallway is packed with dense white smoke.
“Go,” Bull barks, and fires a couple of shots down the hallway.
We go.
I throw myself through first, tightly followed by Faith and Ella. Behind us, the crew is following close. I cover my face with my arm, trying not to breathe in too much of the fire extinguishing dust. Someone coughs, a gun goes off and someone swears. I just hope it's not one of ours. No time to check.
I run like my life depends on it, because it does. God, I hope I did the right thing by digging into all of this. And that I just don't get myself, and others, killed.
We burst out of the cloud, but the door at the end of the hallway looks heavy and is shut. “Keep going,” Ella barks. “I have a keycard.”
I let her pass, and she swipes through the reader next to the door. A couple of quick taps for her code and the door clicks. Thank God. I push it open, followed by Faith, Ella and the crew. Then we hold it open, waiting for our biker bodyguards and trying to ignore the gunshots going off in the smoke. As the extinguisher smoke continues to spread, it gets harder and harder to see.
“Scrapper!” I yell. What's taking them so long? “This way! Come on!”
“I hope you're seeing this,” Faith says behind me, presumably into the phone. “We're just waiting for our heroes to come out of the—”
Bull charges out of the smoke, dragging Mad Dog after him. “Outta my way!”
We step aside so he can get by, and it's impossible to ignore the bloody streak being left behind on the polished floor. Crap, crap, crap. “Where's Scrapper?”
Bull's expression goes tight. “Dunno. I lost him in the smoke. Someone, help me get Mad Dog stabilized so I can go back for Scrapper. Anyone good at first aid?”
A couple of the film crew jump in, probably just happy to not be as useless as I feel.
“Scrapper?”
Ella's got the door, and she's obviously itching to slam it shut. I make sure I'm standing in the way.
“Scrapper!”
36
REAPER
“Jesus, Mila, keep your fucking panties on, I'm coming!” Scrapper yells as Faith aims the camera at him. He bursts out of the smoke cloud just as a bullet zooms by, pulling a stream of smoke after it, missing his head by inches.
They slam the door shut as soon as he's through, and me and Mack draw a sigh of relief. Faith captures in great detail how Mila throws herself at him and the following makeout session while she beats him on the chest for scaring her.
Mack keeps the phone with Faith's stream in his left hand and his gun in the right. “When we catch up to them, I'm gonna fucking kill him.”
“Not if I get to him first. Come on, third floor.”
We're not taking the damn elevator, but the stairs are right next to it. Before we take them, I wave to the guys behind us. Preacher, Crash and Blade, with a nasty looking knife in each hand, are closest. “Monitor Faith's FixerUppers account, okay? The one where she's been sending the videos of us tearing shit down. They're streaming. Spread out. The building's fucking infested, but the offices on the third floor's where we're heading.”