Chapter 31 #2
Kai must have had a lot to say to them because I only got inside ten minutes later when a group of guards came out for their rounds.
Was I making a mistake? Standing there, in the middle of the large circle surrounded by buildings, I started to question my idea.
What if I got all four of us hurt or captured?
Dimitri and Arc weren’t able to free anyone.
It took Dimitri almost two weeks to escape, and Arc was still there.
No matter what the tracking device said about my powers, I was not nearly as powerful as any of them.
My Phoenix’s abilities were long gone, leaving me trapped inside a lower demon body.
Sure, I was strong. Especially now, filled with so much of my mate’s energy begging to be let out.
But my fighting was rusty, and I would need to depend a lot on my emotion enhancing powers.
Maybe I could actually do a lot of damage. After all, what good were guards if they were left crying in fear in a corner, trapped in their own minds? But Arc should have already taken care of a part of them by turning the Hellriser ones into dust. Had he? Would I only face humans and Divines?
I looked around, spotting the large warehouse-like building next to the huge gate leading outside.
And the small side door was open.
My steps were quiet as I walked toward it, avoiding the few guards walking around and talking in the large open space, and shimmied my way through the small opening.
Wow.
Who knew this camp had so many cars and trucks? Hundreds of armored vehicles were parked in neat rows over two floors. I stayed invisible even though no one was inside, looking at the walls around in search of potential security cameras.
I stilled in the middle of the room when whispers reached me. Savi, Francesca, and Marcus were stepping inside, closing the door softly behind them. The girls were trying to sign to him and he was growing more and more agitated, whisper-yelling at them.
“Stop moving your fingers so fucking fast will you? Lola is what?”
I let go of my invisibility and materialized before them. Marcus shrieked.
Okay, that was hilarious.
“For fuck’s sakes, woman! Give a warning before you do something like that!”
“What did Kai want?” I asked, ignoring his outburst. “You guys took time to get here.”
Marcus mumbled something under his breath, darting away to inspect the cars.
“Let it go,” Francesca signed with a sad look.
“Going outside is a big deal for Marcus,” Savi added. “Kai didn’t hold us long. Marcus just needed a moment to freak out without you around.”
My face fell.
His lovers had been taken.
I sighed. “I shouldn’t have asked him.”
Francesca laid her hand on my shoulder with a reassuring smile.
“No, you were right to come to him,” Savi signed. “To us. We’ll get there, get in, free the prisoners, and get out. Marcus just needed a moment.”
I looked over my shoulder as he walked between cars, checking the windows with focused eyes.
Francesca poked my shoulder, catching my attention before she signed, “Come, we’ll get some weapons.”
They led me to a little storage door to the side and we went inside as the neon light blinked to life.
Savi handed me a black double thigh holster attached to a belt and some sort of harness, indicating for me to put it on. Once perfectly strapped in, they both gave me an array of different weapons; knives of all forms and sizes, guns, and magazines.
“Why are we taking all these?” I asked after she handed me the tenth ammunition storage. “I mean, I’d understand why you’d need them, but Marcus and I are demons…We can just use—”
Francesca shook her head with a hard look over her twin’s shoulder. “We don’t know what we’ll find there,” she signed. “Powers will work best on humans or lower Immortals, but if we’re facing higher ones, we’ll all need to be able to attack with whatever we can.”
I looked at the gun in my hand. The other, exact same one already stashed in its place against my thigh.
“How are these going to help?” I asked. “They’re Immortals. We can’t kill them, even less with human weapons.”
Savi smirked, placing one last magazine in a pocket at my waist as Francesca explained, “Might be human weapons, but the bullets are special. Won’t kill them, but it’ll hurt like a bitch and it’ll take them time and energy to heal.
As for the blades, you might be immune, but the metal is mixed with the same really old meteors that are painful when in contact with our blood. ”
So that was the poison Ann mentioned I’d been sliced with.
It explained why the blades the rogue guards carried looked different from a regular dagger.
And maybe my immunity had nothing to do with age, but to my Astral origins.
If the meteor was one that fell with the first Astrals… But why was Arc immune too?
“Won’t the ones at the prison have them too?”
They both exchanged a look and shrugged. Savi stepped back to look at my new arsenal before she signed, “We don’t know what we’ll find there. But I’ve never seen weapons like we have here before, so we might have an advantage.”
“Okay, found a car with the keys still in it,” Marcus said, sliding his head through the opening of the door. “Hurry up before some horny guards on duty come here for a quickie.”
I opened my mouth to talk but both girls pushed me toward the door, walking right behind me.
“Here, take this.” Marcus threw familiar keys in my hand. “It’ll be better to cover our tracks if we take two vehicles.”
The small dreamcatcher keychain felt soft between my fingers. The one Dimitri had made for me…I stared at it for a while before lifting my eyes to a confused looking trio.
“Thanks.” I cleared my throat, following them through the rows of cars.
They stopped and Marcus opened the driver side, stopping to point toward my bike, waiting to the side.
“I slipped a com in your helmet, it’s connected to ours,” he said, showing the little black device in his ears. “The girls will put theirs in, so they’ll hear if you need to tell us something.”
“Okay.”
I turned to walk away but he caught my wrist, forcing me to turn back.
“You’ll be faster than us. Be safe, alright?”
The room was dead silent as I searched his eyes. He was worried. Fuck, I never should have asked him to come…
“Careful is my middle name.” I grinned.
“No it’s not. Your middle name is Careless Brat. I’m serious, Lola. If something feels off, you tell us. You stop. Whatever you want except go in headfirst without backup.”
I nodded. “It’ll be fine, Marcus. We’ll find them.”
His throat bobbed as he looked away, letting go of my wrist. “Let’s go.”