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“What’s going on?” I asked.
“Sean and Loch finally found their rat,” Rada said, a knife suddenly in her hand.
Cian was the traitor?
“What are you planning to do?” I squeaked.
“He will tell me the Stefanovs’ plan.”
Cian laughed. “You think if your husband couldn’t make me talk that his two-bit whore would?”
The door slammed, and I whirled around. A hissing sound came from the vent on the ceiling, and I listened in horror as gas pumped into the room. Oh my god!
“What did you do?” Rada shouted as she rushed to the keypad, but her fingerprint didn’t work.
Cian struggled against his bindings. “Don’t fucking gas me too! Get me out of here!” he screamed at some unseen person.
I tried to hold my breath, but the need to breathe was overpowering with the flood of adrenaline, pushing my heart rate up. The first lungful I sucked tasted sweet, and my head immediately went woozy. I turned in slow motion and saw Rada slumping as she banged against the door. I staggered, the room spinning, and my knees hit the floor as I stumbled forward.
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Thumping inside my skull woke me, and I rolled over, nausea turning my stomach. Oh no. What did I drink? I blinked my eyes open into a dimly lit room. The surface beneath me was firm and cold. I wasn’t in bed. Something firm dug into my boob, and I tried to lift my hand, but it was bound in front of me with zip ties.
Pieces came back to me. Sean leaving… Rada in a weapons room… And the rat, Cian, tied to a chair… Gas… someone gassed us. Someone was working with Cian! Although he seemed angry at getting gassed along with us.
I groaned, rolling to sit up. My heart slammed against my rib cage. I spotted Rada across the room. At first, I thought she was slumped forward, but she was moving with small, jerky movements. Suddenly, her hands sprang apart, and she moved to the zip ties on her feet, making quick work with her knife on the zip ties.
“You’re awake,” she whispered as she stumbled towards me.
Her thin razor snapped through my binding, and I rubbed at the red marks on my wrists as she cut the ones at my ankles. The blade folded back into a bracelet I’d not seen before.
“Where are we?”
“No idea.”
She turned away and bent double, jiggling. I realised she was fetching the weapon she had stashed. She produced a sheath, wiped it off, and removed a blade, which she flicked open.
“Do I want to know where that came from?”
“Inside me. I vowed never to be a captive again.” She held the blade up, and it caught the light. “Have you still got your bra stuffing?”
The uncomfortable feeling against my chest told me that both the grenades made it, although a quick check told me my ankle knife hadn’t.
“You know head and neck anatomy. Aim for the eyes and the arteries,” Rada said as she fished a smaller blade from her bra and handed it to me.
What?
I stared at the knife, its warmth heating my palm. Before I could protest, she banged on the door.
“Rada!” I hissed, gripping the knife.
The door swung outwards, and Rada launched herself at the man on the other side. My heart lurched in my chest. She slashed at his neck, and blood sprayed out in a wide arc. The guy toppled forward, and she slammed her knee into his stomach, grabbing his gun. I watched in horror as he clawed at his neck and wet gurgling sounds erupted from his throat.
“We need to go.” Rada’s face was oddly blank.
I swallowed down the vomit that had risen from my stomach and closed my eyes. Oh my god. I stepped over his body as he took his last rasping breaths.
“Come on.” Rada tugged me forward, smearing blood across my grey hoodie sleeve.
