Deadly Game (GhostWalkers, #5)(107)

Ken lost sight of Mari as he crouched low, letting the crowd hide him, while he searched for the enemy. A barrage of bullets swept low through the running mass, knocking people off their feet so that they sprawled on the floor and others trampled them. Blood ran down the corridor. Ken slipped back into the shadow of a doorway and fired rapidly at the lights, plunging the hall into darkness. Instantly he went up the wall, climbing like a spider until he gained the beams running along the ceiling support.

Ken! Mari sounded slightly panicked.

I’m alive. Get the hell out. Jack will cover you. You can trust Neil and Logan. They’ll get you to the helicopter.

I’m not going without you.

Bullets swept the entire area where he’d been, the enemy systematically sweeping low and going high, ruthlessly cutting down anyone who ran into the kill zone. Ken fired at the flash, concentrating a tight four-point target where the heart should be.

Mari, I swear, I’ll kick your stubborn little ass if you don’t do what I say. Go!

He dropped to the floor and lay flat, waiting for a return, but there was only the sound of the dying and the frightened cries of the techs wanting out but unable to gather the courage to move again. He took a careful look around, using his enhanced night vision. A man was down several feet to his left, gun still in hand, a pool of blood spreading under him. Ken leapt up and sprinted for the stairs, leaping over fallen men, ignoring their cries for help.

He jumped halfway up the stairs, ran up the rest, and burst out into the first-level hallway.

Down! Down!

Mari’s frantic cry had him diving for the floor, rolling as close to a doorway as possible while his gun was out and tracking. A barrage of bullets kept him rolling, the sound deafening in the narrow confines of the corridor. He managed to crawl into an open door and scramble up the side of the wall to position his body directly over the door. The jacket tore as his muscles bulged, holding his weight spread-eagled across the entryway. He could see where a bullet had pierced the material, leaving a hole through the fabric.

They’re coming in. Standard two-man drill. Watch yourself. There was fear in her voice.

You all right, honey? He was calm, soothing. This was what he lived for. She may as well know it. He’d been born a warrior, and anyone stupid enough to come after him simply had a death wish.

I’ve got a knife. Idiot didn’t do a righteous search. Signal when you’re clear.

He ignored the anxiety in her voice, keeping his tone the same calm note. You’ll know. How many guards have you got on you?

Two. I can take them out; just make sure you get your two. Mari’s tone matched his now, calm and sure and filled with confidence.

The two soldiers emptied their guns into the door and walls of the room before slamming new clips in and kicking open what was left of the door. It splintered and broke from the hinges, and the two came into the room, back to back, spraying bullets in a semicircle to cover every inch of the room.

Now, Mari.

Ken leapt from the ceiling, palming his gun and shooting the closest soldier from midair. He landed in a crouch and shot the second one up close. He ripped the tech jacket off of him, though he disliked the white color for surfacing in the dark. You clear, baby? He peered around the corner.

One guard lay at Mari’s feet, obviously dead. The other man fought with her for the knife. Ken saw the man’s shoulder twist and he punched Mari twice, going for the throat. She managed to turn her body enough for him to miss his target, but the blows rocked her. She didn’t drop the knife. Ken came up behind the guard and used his own knife, shoving the blade to the hilt into the man’s kidney. He slammed the flat of his hand against the guard’s head, driving him away and down, and reached out to pull Mari to him.

He did a quick appraisal, making certain she wasn’t bleeding as they turned to jog down the hall. “They’re going to hit us with everything they have,” he said. “He isn’t going to want you to get away.”

“He won’t kill me,” Mari said with absolute confidence. “He thinks I controlled Sean and planted the suggestion that we’d had sex.”

Ken shot her a glance even as he continued to scan the hall. It’s too easy, Jack. He’s up to something. “He figured that out?”

“Not much gets passed Whitney. He didn’t let the guards kill Sean either. He told them not to, and that means he’ll send Sean after me.”

“I’m counting on it,” Ken said, keeping his shields firmly in place. The last thing she needed to do was feel the raw violence swirling around in his brain. He wanted to take Sean apart one piece at a time and had every intention of doing so.

“But he’ll do everything he can to kill you,” Mari said. “I want to cover you. You lead and I’ll drop back.”

Ken pointed ahead of him. “We do it the way I’ve always done it. We have help waiting. Just head for the helicopter. We’ll get you out.” As he handed her more clips, he touched her mind, not wanting insubordination in the middle of what he knew was going to be a hell of a firefight.

Mari planned to give herself up if it came down to his life or her freedom—and she wanted freedom now that she’d had a taste of it. But she was determined he wouldn’t be captured and tormented by Peter Whitney. The woman could tear out his heart if he was stupid enough to let her. Ken paused, keeping to the left of the door, holding her to him. His lips brushed the back of her head.