the wire, trying to figure out what I could do, how I could get her out. “I’m sorry, I don’t-”
Kyan tugged me away and the attendant by the door strode forward, taking a baton from his hip and whacking it against the wire, making her back away in fright. A shadow moved behind her and a huge man came at her, lunging for her and she twisted away fast, racing off into the maze. He took chase and I stared on as my hands began to shake. This place is hell.
A radio crackled behind me and I swallowed thickly as I looked to the worker as a voice came through it.
“More drinks needed on the mezzanine, office twelve,” the voice said and the guy bowed to us before striding away down the hall at a swift pace. I shared a look with the others and we took off after him while I tried to drown out the screams carrying from the maze.
“Head to that office,” Saint commanded like we weren’t already heading there anyway.
“Thanks Captain Obvious,” Kyan muttered and I glanced back over my shoulder, my mind still snagged on that horrible caged maze.
“What is that place?” I breathed to Kyan.
“It’s a death game,” he growled and the edge to his voice told me that it was the very one he’d been in himself. The thought made my throat burn and rage twist violently through my gut.
“How did you survive this hell?” I rasped and he looked down at me with a dark kind of pain in his eyes.
“I had to, baby,” he whispered. “So we could return here one day and destroy every last one of them.”
"I s anyone else getting Mission Impossible vibes here?" Blake asked excitedly as the three of us sat at the dining table around my laptop, listening to the feed from Kyan and Tatum's earpieces.
"If the task was impossible, I wouldn't have allowed them to go there," I muttered, glad the microphone was currently off so that the others wouldn't be distracted by this nonsense as they worked to find something of use to us.
"He means like in the movies," Monroe supplied from my left as if the multimillion dollar franchise had escaped my attention and I had no idea about modern culture.
"I am aware of the movies," I said, pinching the bridge of my nose as I fought to contain my frustration. "I just think that comparing the two of them sneaking around in some old manor house full of psychopaths to Tom Cruise dangling from the side of a skyscraper is an unrealistic parallel to draw."
"The tech guy is always grumpy," Blake stage whispered behind my back and Monroe chuckled in appreciation.
"Well if I'm the tech guy then you must be the rookie agent who is too dumb to be allowed on the mission. And if we're really following the script then I will expect you to throw yourself into danger like a moron and get yourself killed shortly,” I replied.
"Pfft, I'm not the rookie," Blake protested. "I'm more like James Bond, out on another mission, waiting to be called in for the crossover movie of dreams."
I scoffed, shaking my head at him. "If you're going to start talking about merging fantasy worlds and the entirely unrealistic suggestion that a British MI6 agent would suddenly join forces with a team of-"
"Okay so if he's the rookie, then who am I?" Monroe asked, effectively saving them all from the tirade I was taking off on and I ground my teeth as I tried to decide whether or not I should just kick the two of them out so that I could concentrate.
I cast a cursory look at him sitting there in his sweatpants and wifebeater with his fucking coach whistle hanging around his neck and smirked as I figured it out.
"You're the old timer," I said. "Just one day away from retirement and imparting all of your hard earned knowledge and experience on anyone who will listen. Safe to say, you're doomed to die too. So it's probably for the best that neither of you were deemed necessary for this mission."
"Either that or the three of us are about to fall prey to a strategically placed bomb and the heroes are going to have to go rogue to get themselves out of there," Blake suggested.
A loud knock sounded at the door and we all looked around at it, freezing in our positions like we thought that might actually be an assassin come to