“Four.”
His breath hitched. His eyes darted wildly down the corridor, like he expected Marr to materialise out of the walls.
“Three.”
“He’llpeelme,” Eugene sobbed. “You don’t know what he—”
“Two.”
I leaned in close enough that my forehead brushed his. My voice dropped, calm as a held blade.
“You’re already dead, Eugene. The only choice you have left ishow much of you stays attached when it happens.”
“One.”
Something broke in him.
“It’s not on this level!” he blurted. “It’s below—below the old foundation. Sublevel C. Past the incinerator shafts. There’s a secondary lift—coded access only—”
My hand closed around his throat again, lifting him just enough that his feet scraped.
“Where,” I snarled, “isshe?”
His mouth trembled.
“The basement. He has a special room,” he whispered.
I slammed him back against the wall and released him. He collapsed in a coughing heap, retching blood onto the tiles.
“Code,” I said.
He looked up at me, eyes unfocused. “What?”
“The lift code.”
His lips shook.
“Say it,” I warned.
“7—3—1—9,” he gasped.
I hit him one last time, knocking him out cold. I sprinted towards the door at the back.
Another couple of techs stepped out in front of me.
I growled, frustrated.
For fucks sake.
One of them pulled a baton. The other pulled a gun.
Finally, a goddamn challenge.
I lunged.
Chapter 48
Seph
