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“They probably won’t. It’s just in case.”
Probably won’t. Another one of my most hated phrases.
“These guys won’t harm Bianca and Cleb,” Waev said. “But you can bet your bottom credit they’ll harm us if they can.”
I took a deep breath. There was a very real chance my life was about to end. Titans weren’t afraid of death. At least, not traditionally.
I was terrified.
“On the count of three, ready?” Waev said.
Not really. I nodded.
“One, two, three!”
We ran out from behind the tree. The tower immediately reared up ahead of us. I sprinted toward the gash in the tower’s rear as if my life depended on it.
Which it did.
The whole run couldn’t have lasted more than a few seconds but it felt like hours. The entire time, I thought about Bianca and Cleb and wished I could get to see them again, that I could see Cleb graduate and get a job, find a girl and get married, maybe even have his own kids. I wanted the same with Bianca. And then we could die together at an old age in each other’s arms.
I did not want to die here. Not now.
Not when I had only just begun to live.
I was twelve yards from the entrance and my legs were already burning with acid…
Five…
Two…
One…
And now we were on the first floor. It was cloaked in darkness and I couldn’t see a thing.
Waev took position behind a square object I thought was a box. I doubted it could stop a blaster pistol shot but it was better than nothing.
I joined him, only to find it wasn’t big enough for two men.
Waev motioned toward the staircase.
He forgot to mention I was supposed to watch our rear.
I moved to the stairs and aimed up. I refused to take my eyes from it.
Waev made a sweep of the first floor before joining me. He made a bunch of hand signals that meant nothing to me. He rolled his eyes and whispered in my ear.
“Follow me,” he said. “And aim the pistol at the bad guy.”
“I heard you the first time!” I said.
Man, he had a long memory. You accidentally shoot a guy while hunting in the forest and they hold it over you forever.
He ascended the stairs first. Silent, swift. I followed behind, making twice as much noise and going at half the speed.
We made a sweep of the second floor together, then the third.
We came to the section of the stairs that’d fallen away or else been blasted out. We hopped over the broken steps, already crumbling and threatening to give way beneath us.
