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I slung my arms around her legs while her fingers held on to the windowsill.
"I got you," I assured her.
Without hesitation, she let go, and the trust she put in me was humbling. I loosened my grip around her legs, and she slid down my body. As soon as we were eye level, I couldn't resist and pressed my lips against hers for a quick kiss, happy to have her in my arms again.
"Fancy meeting you here," she quipped.
She winced slightly when I held her closer, and I let go to check her from head to toe, but I couldn't see any wounds.
"It's nothing," she assured me.
I didn't believe her, but if she had managed to climb out of the window hurt as she was, I knew she could take whatever came next. Pride swelled in my chest at what a formidable mate the gods had picked for me.
"What's the plan?" I asked, not bothering to ask her how it went, since she had just escaped through a window on the second floor.
"We need to blow something up." She smirked at me. "Are you ready for a big explosion?"
I had no real idea of what that entailed, but I had seen the damage done to one of Uthar's towns and listened to his tales, so I had a vague notion about what we were about to do.
She gave me a sideways glance. "I'm going to be the brain and you the brawn, alright?"
She was acting differently than the Chrissy I had come to know, but I sensed that it had something to do with being back in her old surroundings, so I nodded to give my agreement without promising anything.
"The ammunition depot is on the other side of this building, that's where we need to go first."
"And then?" I prodded. Done with her secrets, I wanted to know what she was planning, especially if it involvedexplosions.
"At the top of this building are solar panels. Down at the other side are the generators that convert the rays of the sun into the energy that's needed to power this building, the vehicles, the spacecraft, the drones, and the jet fighters you probably haven't seen yet," she explained. Thousands of questions burned at the tip of my tongue, but they could wait. The important thing was that I understood that we were going to blow up the machines that provided the humans with the power they needed for their fancy equipment. Without them, it would be just as Chrissy had promised: the playing field would be evened out.
"You are a genius," I said, pulling her against me and giving her another kiss. She winced again, and I let her go. "What happened to you?"
"It doesn't matter right now. Here," she pulled a black object from her pants and pulled a slide back. "You aim it like this," she instructed, leveling the gun with her arm and supporting it by gripping her hand with the other. "Just aim it and pull this lever. It's called a trigger." She tapped lightly against a small lever inside an oblong metal frame. "When you pull on it, it will shoot and push back at you. You need to keep your arm straight, alright? Keep pulling until the enemy is down."
So this was one of the fabled guns the Vandalls had talked about.
"And Kendryx, aim for a person's center, it's easier to hit and should knock them out. But if we really need to kill somebody, you need to hit their head."
I wasn't sure I quite understood.
"Our uniforms are bulletproof. The bullets the guns shoot won't penetrate our skin where we are protected. They'll hurt and might render someone unconscious, but it won't kill them, understand?"
Her eyes bored into me, and I did understand. She wanted to keep the death toll of the humans as small as possible. I had no such qualms, but I respected her wishes.
"This will work even without power?"
"Yes, that's why we need to blow the armory up as well," she nodded. "That will reduce the number of their weapons and ammo greatly."
"Sounds easy enough," I nodded, rotating the gun in my hand to find the most comfortable grip, careful not to pull thetrigger.
I wanted to ask her what exactly needed to be done, so I could do it myself and send her back over the wall where I was sure Thorodoth would be waiting for us. I would have done so too, with any other kallini, but not with her. Like it or not, she was a warrior too. She might have been a human warrior, but she was as brave and determined as any Thyre warrior I had ever had the privilege of fighting with, and I respected her for it.
"Follow me." She, too, held a gun in her hand and kept her body in the shadows and close to the wall as she retraced my steps. Instead of going over to the building from where I came from, she led me down the entire main building's length.
At the corner, she stopped and poked her head out, retreating it quickly.
"There are six guards by the armory," she began, “three on each side. I will go out there with my arms raised in the air. They'll take me prisoner."
I drew my eyebrows together, not liking her plan at all, but I was willing to listen to it before I took it apart.
