the elevator bank, pink smoke swirling around us as my shoulder brushed Kyan's.
My chest was heaving and a layer of sweat was making my Kevlar vest feel like a straightjacket, but there was no way I was taking it off. Especially after seeing it save Kyan’s life.
"About fucking time," Kyan snarled, his visor peppered with blood splatter and a savage, triumphant grin making his eyes blaze as he looked at me.
A relieved laugh spilled from my lips and if we didn’t have armed men hunting us down and trying to kill us, I would have whooped in triumph too.
The sound of the fire trucks and police sirens approaching were growing louder by the second and I peeked out of my hiding place to take a glance towards the stairs, wondering if we should make a run for it.
I ducked back into cover just as a bullet flew towards my head and my heart leapt as bits of the wall sprayed over me as it hit.
"I took control of the heli-" Saint's voice was lost to the roaring sound of an engine and I exchanged a look with Kyan, wondering if I'd just imagined what I thought he'd said. "Plan X," Saint added in a firm voice.
"Plan X?" I questioned, activating my comm and wondering if I'd misheard him.
"I assume you're capable of carrying out that simp-" his words were drowned by more roaring and as the flash of red and blue lights flared through the glass front of the reception, we were left with no more time to confirm what he'd said. But it had been pretty clear. Plan X it was then.
Saint had contingencies for his contingencies, and we’d spent the day in the car watching Jonas’s house memorising each of them and his code names for them so I knew exactly what he wanted. But shit, I hadn’t in my wildest dreams expected to be implementing Plan X.
"Let's get the fuck out of here," Kyan growled, checking the assault rifle he'd stolen and tossing it aside when he found it was all out of ammo.
"Easy," I agreed with a frown, wondering how the fuck we were supposed to do that.
The emergency exit was on the other side of the room and no doubt surrounded by cops even if we could make it there with the guards still firing on us. I could see the squad cars lining up beyond the glass front of the building through the haze of pink smoke too, the police leaping out and aiming weapons our way.
We were surrounded. And I sure as fuck didn’t want them catching us. Not least because then Troy would definitely figure out who had rescued Tatum and we couldn’t let him find her again.
Kyan pointed to a sign for the restrooms in the rear corner of the reception area and took off running with no further explanation than that, firing wildly towards any guards who might see him.
I sprinted after him, keeping my head down and conserving the last two bullets in my pistol just in case.
Kyan shoved through the door but just as I darted in behind him, a shot crashed into my spine and I was knocked from my feet onto the tiled bathroom floor.
I groaned as Kyan slammed and locked the door behind us, prizing my cheek off of the tiles and hoping to fuck that they were just damp because they'd been mopped recently. Why the hell did men’s restrooms always have such gross floors? I certainly didn’t aim that badly.
"Get up, buttercup," Kyan growled, heaving me to my feet despite my curses as the pain of the bullet's impact through the Kevlar made me wince.
Fuck getting shot. Fuck it right up the ass.
Kyan plucked the bullet out of the bullet proof vest and slapped it into my hand, letting me look at my would-be murderer for a beat before we were moving again.
"There aren't any windows in here," I said, trying not to panic, but seriously, we were fucked if we couldn't get out of this building.
"Yeah, so no one will expect us to escape this way," Kyan agreed before moving to the cubicle at the far end of the room and kicking the door open.
I hurried after him and found him standing on the lid of the toilet as he jammed his hunting knife into the edge of the vent there. He ripped the grille from the wall and tossed it aside, quickly followed by the fan before looking at me.
"It's gonna