we hold the fort?”
When the men turned back into the foyer Vicky dropped her eyes to her clipboard again. A shake ran through her entire body and she had to lean against a wall so she didn’t fall from her crouch. She kept her attention down as the men passed her on their way back to the lift.
When she heard the ping of the lift door, she looked up again to watch the lift close on the two legitimate guards. A glance at the main entrance and she saw the face of one of the fake guards at the porthole window as he watched the lift the two men had entered.
His face then vanished and Vicky knew the men would walk away at that point. They’d stood guard while Brendan entered just to avoid any unnecessary suspicion. They’d now done their job. Brendan hadn’t told Vicky what would happen next. The less she knew the better.
When Vicky looked down she saw she’d scribbled nonsense all over the checklist. Not that it mattered anymore. The time to regret her actions had passed. This thing would happen now whether she liked it or not.
Chapter Fifteen
“Come on !” Rhys shouted as he watched the mob dash down the hill. Their blood lust oozed from them as a shared intention. Ruthless in their desire to get at Rhys and Larissa they shoved and pushed one another aside as they ran.
Larissa snapped the car into reverse, spun the wheels as she accelerated backwards, and turned the steering wheel to a full left lock.
The car jolted when they smashed into the curb on the other side of the road and a deep thunk vibrated through Rhys’ seat.
“Steady on,” Rhys said. “We want this car in one piece so it can get us out of here.” More than just a crowd of silhouettes Rhys now heard their collective fury as it made its way down the hill.
Larissa lurched the car forward and hit the curb on the other side of the road. The impact threw Rhys toward the windscreen.
A glance up the road and Rhys saw the diseased had halved the distance between them since she’d put it into reverse. Panic clattered through him. “Come on, come on, come on .”
Red faced and wide-eyed Larissa turned on Rhys. “You’re not fucking helping .” Veins stood out on her forehead and she looked ready to swing for him. She shoved it into reverse again and whacked the curb for a third time.
Rhys looked between Larissa, who shook so badly she struggled to put it back into first, and the diseased behind who were now less than ten metres away from them.
Another lurch forward and Larissa stalled.
Rhys bit his bottom lip as he watched her fumble for the start button and bounced up and down on his seat.
Five metres.
Larissa revved the engine so hard it drowned out the hellish sound of the diseased before she wheel-spun away. The front of the car seemed to bounce on the spot as a shudder ripped through the vehicle.
The lead diseased slapped the back of the car and got so close Rhys saw its bloody eyes through the back window. Several more caught up and smacked the car’s bodywork.
For the next few seconds Rhys watched the diseased ease up as the gap between them grew. The red glow from the car’s taillights showed the slumped forms of defeat. They knew when they were beat. When he turned back around he sniffed the acrid smell of the burned clutch and looked at Larissa. She panted as she hunched over the wheel. “Good work,” he said as a relieved sigh.
“You didn’t fucking help. Why did you shout at me?”
“I’m sorry. I panicked.”
“Yeah, you did.” A dark frown crushed her face as she continued to stare straight ahead.
Rhys reached across and rubbed her left shoulder. The knot of tension eased a little at his touch.
It took Rhys several more deep breaths to exorcise his adrenaline induced shakes. He pulled the phone and the dead lady’s severed finger from his pocket. The cold digit brought a rich shot of acidic rot with it. He screwed his nose up and looked to see Larissa had the same reaction to the smell.
When the men turned back into the foyer Vicky dropped her eyes to her clipboard again. A shake ran through her entire body and she had to lean against a wall so she didn’t fall from her crouch. She kept her attention down as the men passed her on their way back to the lift.
When she heard the ping of the lift door, she looked up again to watch the lift close on the two legitimate guards. A glance at the main entrance and she saw the face of one of the fake guards at the porthole window as he watched the lift the two men had entered.
His face then vanished and Vicky knew the men would walk away at that point. They’d stood guard while Brendan entered just to avoid any unnecessary suspicion. They’d now done their job. Brendan hadn’t told Vicky what would happen next. The less she knew the better.
When Vicky looked down she saw she’d scribbled nonsense all over the checklist. Not that it mattered anymore. The time to regret her actions had passed. This thing would happen now whether she liked it or not.
Chapter Fifteen
“Come on !” Rhys shouted as he watched the mob dash down the hill. Their blood lust oozed from them as a shared intention. Ruthless in their desire to get at Rhys and Larissa they shoved and pushed one another aside as they ran.
Larissa snapped the car into reverse, spun the wheels as she accelerated backwards, and turned the steering wheel to a full left lock.
The car jolted when they smashed into the curb on the other side of the road and a deep thunk vibrated through Rhys’ seat.
“Steady on,” Rhys said. “We want this car in one piece so it can get us out of here.” More than just a crowd of silhouettes Rhys now heard their collective fury as it made its way down the hill.
Larissa lurched the car forward and hit the curb on the other side of the road. The impact threw Rhys toward the windscreen.
A glance up the road and Rhys saw the diseased had halved the distance between them since she’d put it into reverse. Panic clattered through him. “Come on, come on, come on .”
Red faced and wide-eyed Larissa turned on Rhys. “You’re not fucking helping .” Veins stood out on her forehead and she looked ready to swing for him. She shoved it into reverse again and whacked the curb for a third time.
Rhys looked between Larissa, who shook so badly she struggled to put it back into first, and the diseased behind who were now less than ten metres away from them.
Another lurch forward and Larissa stalled.
Rhys bit his bottom lip as he watched her fumble for the start button and bounced up and down on his seat.
Five metres.
Larissa revved the engine so hard it drowned out the hellish sound of the diseased before she wheel-spun away. The front of the car seemed to bounce on the spot as a shudder ripped through the vehicle.
The lead diseased slapped the back of the car and got so close Rhys saw its bloody eyes through the back window. Several more caught up and smacked the car’s bodywork.
For the next few seconds Rhys watched the diseased ease up as the gap between them grew. The red glow from the car’s taillights showed the slumped forms of defeat. They knew when they were beat. When he turned back around he sniffed the acrid smell of the burned clutch and looked at Larissa. She panted as she hunched over the wheel. “Good work,” he said as a relieved sigh.
“You didn’t fucking help. Why did you shout at me?”
“I’m sorry. I panicked.”
“Yeah, you did.” A dark frown crushed her face as she continued to stare straight ahead.
Rhys reached across and rubbed her left shoulder. The knot of tension eased a little at his touch.
It took Rhys several more deep breaths to exorcise his adrenaline induced shakes. He pulled the phone and the dead lady’s severed finger from his pocket. The cold digit brought a rich shot of acidic rot with it. He screwed his nose up and looked to see Larissa had the same reaction to the smell.
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