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Oh god. I don’t know what just came over me. We
were talking, and I was smacking him so he’d wake up! And then he kissed me, and it was so, sooo good. And then I smacked him again!
You fucking idiot! I don’t know why I do these things to myself. But then, to make things even worse, I kissed him again.
“We have to go…” Max says. It seems like he’s
finally coming to.
That was so close…
I landed hard on the floor. I thought I had twisted
my
ankle, but thank god it was just the impact that felt…
weird. I can’t even explain it.
Max looks at me as we begin to move down the
corridor.
“What tool you so long?” be filing dance do sal-
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“What took you so long?” he fucking dares to ask
- me. I’m already highly stressed out, and these stupid
questions aren’t helping things in the least.
“I couldn’t get the door open!”
He doesn’t say anything, but we keep moving.
“I put the key in, but the lever wouldn’t move!”
I still remember feeling more desperate than I’ve felt in a long, long time.
“I found a… something, and I pried the lever with it.
“You could have broken the lever!” he argues with
- me.
“Yeah, well, it didn’t. And here you are, not dead.
You’re fucking welcome.
I’m being too gruff again, but I just can’t seem to help it. I’m highly on edge.
I follow him as he leads me down a series of
corridors.
“God this place is confusing,” I grumble.
God this place is confusing, I grumble.
“Yeah, well, that’s kind of the point,” he replies. I
think about it for a moment.
“Yeah, I guess that makes sense.”
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We finally manage to make our way to the armory.
“Keys,” he says quickly, frantically.
“Keys?”
“Jenny, please don’t play games like this. Where are the keys?”
“I…” I begin feeling around in my pockets, and…
I hand them to him. He gives me a bit of a ‘thank
god,‘ kind of look. I’m so grateful that I remember to put them into my pocket again before dragging his sorry ass out of the cell block.
He unlocks the armory door, which is not controlled
by the power, apparently.
“How did you even get me out of there, anyway?” he
asks me out of the blue.
“I… let’s just say it wasn’t easy. I think I put my back
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let’s just say it was easy. Lilink I put my back
out dragging your carcass.” I really did. I’m gonna need a hot pack or something tonight. Of course, that’s the least of my worries at the moment, and I’m
grateful for the adrenaline surging through my veins.
And with that… we’re in. And suddenly, I feel a lot less exposed. He hands me a small pistol.
“What the hell am I going to do with this?” I ask
him.
“Well, my thought was that you could shoot back.”
Nice. He’s spicy…
I press the gun back into his hand and grab a sub–machine gun off the wall.
“I think this will do much more nicely, don’t you?” I
tell him.
“Hold on. Do you even know how to use that thing?”
I make sure there’s nothing jamming the gun, slam a clip into the receiver, and pull the action back, loading in the first round.
And then I turn the cafety off
And then I turn the safety off
“Where the hell…” he manages to mutter.
“We’re not all girl scouts. I spent a couple years in the Army before I got pregnant.”
He thinks for a moment, and just mutters, “oo–rah.
That’s the marines, you dick head! I want to tell him so bad, but it takes all that I can be to keep my mouth shut. He’s already suffered enough tonight. No point making things worse.
For his part, he grabs a shotgun from the shelves, and stuffs a few handfuls of shells into his pockets. He looks kind of funny with his pockets bulging like that, but it kind of matches the rest of him anyway…
We’re just in time, too. We both hear an explosion at the front of the station, presumably where Princess
just blew the doors off.
“We can’t stay here,” Max says.
“I couldn’t agree more,” I tell him. “I’ll follow your
lead.”
He’s the one that knows the station. He’s the one
who can make sure that we get to the right place
who can make sure that we get to the right place.
“Our first priority is to try to make contact with… well, anybody,” he tells me as we make our way down the hallway and away from the front, where Princess, and presumably a few others, would have already entered the building.
“How are we going to get a message out?” I ask him. “Everything’s been cut off.”
“The chief has a special line in his office for situations just such as this one.”
“It seems oddly specific,” I mention.
“I mean, it’s not so weird to think that someone might want to cut the power and communications to a police station, especially if there is a certain someone inside that needs to be unalived for a certain criminal kingpin. I paid for it myself.”
“I…” Well, I can’t even argue.
