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“What about me?” Hazel said. “I want a weapon.”
I looked at her and her protruding jaw. She was being serious.
My warrior empress.
I turned to another soldier and took his pistol from him. He still had his rifle.
I handed it to her.
“Do you know how to use it?” I said.
“Aim and pull the trigger I guess,” she said.
“Pretty much,” I said. “Stay behind me.”
A Titan could take some blaster fire, a human could not.
We waited at the tunnel entrance for the Changelings to show up. The seconds ticked by, then the minutes. I began to wonder if my instincts were wrong and the Changelings had gone down another tunnel.
I checked our position. It was entirely possible they could circle around and get the drop on us.
Maybe the sound I heard wasn’t the Changelings ugly chitter at all. I glanced up at the broken lamps hanging on their frayed line. They creaked and made a similar noise to the chitter the Changelings made.
Could I have gotten it mixed up with that?
Maybe.
And now we were sitting ducks with the exit just ahead. It was only a matter of time before Changelings from another tunnel fell upon us.
Should we hurry to the exit now?
Chitter.
Chitter. Chitter.
It wasn’t the creaking lamps. Easy to mistake but it was definitely them.
The noise they produced at the back of their throats was louder, clearer, and more distinct.
It was the sound they made when they were excited about something.
In this case, slaughtering thousands of innocent Titans.
Not if I have anything to say about it.
I eased back behind the wall and listened to their shuffling footsteps as they came down the tunnel.
I eyed the other soldiers, those behind me and ahead, waiting on the other side of the tunnel. I gently shook my head.
Not yet.
The moment the creatures got close enough, we would lower the boom.
They would have no cover in that narrow tunnel. The only place they could run to was back behind them, where the other teams would be waiting for them.
I peered down the tunnel. Dust drifted in a thick fog that made it difficult to make out anything. I took aim with my blaster pistol, about the average height of a Changeling, and waited for them to appear.
My muscles were so tense, they ached. Ready to fight.
