Phantom Shadows Part 34

Richart shoved his phone back in his pocket. "I already teleported etienne in. He's trying to hold down the fort on the ground until there are enough of us to start a countera.s.sault. They've got f.u.c.king shoulder-fired missiles up there. Grenades. Too many mercenaries to count. Lisette, help Chris evacuate the mortals."

"h.e.l.l no!" She handed Bastien his b.l.o.o.d.y dagger and the chip she'd removed, then zipped over to her brother's side. "I'm going with you."

Richart nodded and gripped her arm.

Melanie threw out her hands. "Wait!"

They hesitated.

"In my office. In my desk. Bottom right drawer. Auto-injectors with the tranquilizer antidote Bastien tested. They have green caps. I upped the dose, so you should only need one each. Take one for etienne, too."

Richart nodded. The two vanished.

Bastien drew his phone out and strode toward Melanie.

Face pale, she stared up at him with wide brown eyes. Her heart raced. Her hands shook. But she didn't bolt. Her courage both impressed and terrified him. He wanted her on her way out of the d.a.m.ned building with her colleagues.

Taking her hand, he headed for her office, checking out the hallway as he did. No infiltration down here thus far.

"Would you please get me one of the auto-injectors?" he asked.

She nodded and hurried over to her desk.

Richart and Lisette had already come and gone, leaving the drawer cracked open.

Bastien stayed in the doorway and dialed two numbers. Seth didn't answer. David did.

"Yes?"

"The network is under attack."

David swore foully. "By vampires or humans? Darnell!"

"Humans. The mercenaries are here in force with heavy-duty weaponry. Shoulder-fired missiles are pounding the h.e.l.l out of the building. So are grenades. We need all hands."

David relayed the information to his Second, who began to make calls in the background.

Bastien could hear automatic weapons firing on the first and second sublevels, so those two floors must have already been infiltrated by soldiers. Mortal network employees continued to walk, limp, or drag each other past the doorway. Lisette, Richart, and etienne began to wreak havoc among the mercenaries' ranks, eliciting satisfying screams.

Melanie handed Bastien an auto-injector, then returned to her desk.

"Help is on the way," the elder immortal told him.

Bastien thought furiously. "David."

"Yes?"

"We need Ami here."

"Are you out of your mind?"

"Look, I know-"

"Forget it!" David ended the call.

Swearing, Bastien dialed another number. The scent of blood grew stronger as casualties from the upper floors entered the hallway and trekked past.

He glanced over at Melanie and did a double take when he saw her loading up with weapons. 9mms. Extra clips. Tranquilizer darts. Daggers. s.h.i.+t! No way in h.e.l.l was he letting her fight!

She met his gaze. "Bastien, you know how badly Emrys wants to get his hands on Ami. Why do you-"

"Hi, Bastien," Ami answered in a cheerful voice. Darnell must not have contacted her.

"Hi, Ami. I need to talk to Marcus for a moment."

"What's wrong?" she asked, voice sobering.

"Just let me talk to Marcus for a minute, please."

"Okay. Marcus, honey, he wants to talk to you."

Marcus answered, his voice as cold as his wife's was warm.

"What?"

"I'm at the network with Richart, Lisette, and etienne. Emrys's soldiers are attacking."

"How many?"

"All of them by the sounds of it."

"I'm on my way."

"Marcus! I was thinking . . . We have a chance to end this here and now, but I need you to listen to me. Okay? Will you listen to me?"

"All right. Go ahead."

"You need to bring Ami here."

Marcus hung up.

Growling, Bastien dialed Ami's number again.

"f.u.c.k you!" Marcus snarled into the phone.

"We can use her gift to get these b.a.s.t.a.r.ds!" Bastien shouted. "To get Emrys! You want him dead, don't you? You want to find him and make him pay for what he did to Ami? I sure as h.e.l.l do!"

Steely silence.

"Look, I'll find Richart and have him teleport both of you to Sublevel 5. The fighting hasn't reached here yet. All Ami has to do is stand here and absorb all of the energy signatures she can so if any of these a.s.sholes get away she can trace them back to the source and we can napalm their a.s.ses, or better yet, turn them over to Seth and David."

Ami had done the same once before. She said every living creature possessed a unique energy signature. Once Ami was in close proximity to that individual, she could locate that signature again, tracking it like a homing beacon. If even one soldier got away, he could lead them back to Emrys.

Marcus's inner struggle was palpable, his tension carrying over the line.

"You can remain by her side every second," Bastien promised. "If it looks like the mercenaries are going to get down this far, have Richart teleport her to safety. This is our best chance, Marcus. I don't want those f.u.c.kers to get their hands on her again. Or on Sarah or Lisette. Or any immortal, for that matter."

Melanie stared at him, face grim.

Bastien couldn't read what she was thinking and wished she were close enough to touch. Did she think him as crazy as the others to risk Ami's safety? Did she think him uncaring?

"I'll ask Ami what she wants to-"

"I'm in," Ami said before Marcus could finish. "He was kind of yelling, so I heard enough to figure out the plan."

"Darling, it's too dangerous."

"I'm doing it. Bastien, send Richart."

The call ended.

Bastien pocketed his phone. "Go ahead and say it. I'm a b.a.s.t.a.r.d."

Melanie shook her head. "It's brilliant. I'm just afraid for her."

Relieved, he yanked her to him and hugged her close. Her fear stole into him. "Lisette!"

What? I'm busy taking out a Hummer.

Tell Richart to go pick up Marcus.

He's fetching Roland and Sarah. I'll tell him when he gets back.

Across the hall, Stuart stepped into the doorway of his apartment. The collar of his s.h.i.+rt bore a red stain from the wound Bastien had inflicted. Brow furrowed, he watched the humans hurry past as debris and dust fell from the ceiling. He s.h.i.+fted his weight, met Bastien's gaze.

"Cliff," Bastien said.

I'm here, Cliff answered through his door. How bad is it, because it sounds f.u.c.king cataclysmic.

"It's bad."

Chris Reordon exited the stairway at the end of the corridor, the arm of an injured guard looped over one shoulder.

Dr. Lipton's okay? Cliff asked.

"For now." His gaze returned to Stuart. "Cliff, you up for a fight?"

h.e.l.l, yes, man. Let me out and I'll help you kick some serious a.s.s.

Me, too, Joe said. I'm a little out of it from the drug, but I can hold my own against humans.

Bastien set Melanie away from him and urged her out into the hallway. "You have to go now."

"No. I'm staying. I can fight."

Above the employees' heads, through the dust and s.h.i.+t falling from the ceiling, he caught Chris's gaze as Chris half carried, half dragged the guard forward. "Don't argue with me, Melanie. You're human."

"So are they!"

He didn't have time for this. He wanted her safe and didn't want to risk her being taken and tortured for information. "If you insist on staying, help Chris evacuate the wounded. But I need you to stay down here."

She nodded.

"Promise me."

"All right. I promise. Be careful."

He gave her arms a squeeze, then zipped through the throng to Chris's side. "etienne and Lisette are up on the ground," he shouted so the human could hear him over the explosions that grew louder and closer as parts of the structure gave way above them. "David will be here any minute. Richart is fetching Roland, Sarah, Marcus, and Ami." Bastien took the injured guard from him, swept him over to Melanie, then returned in a blink.

Chris stared at him in disbelief. "Why the h.e.l.l is he bringing Ami here?"

"We have a plan! I'll fill you in later!" He motioned down the hallway. "Right now you need to let the vampires out to play!"

"Now I know you're crazy!"

"They want to help! And we need all the help we can get! It's going to take all of us immortals to handle the human firepower. We need the vamps to keep the d.a.m.ned building from collapsing until the rest of you can evacuate! Let them out! I'll take full responsibility!"

"Which doesn't mean s.h.i.+t! Because once Seth hears you put Ami in danger, he's going to kill you!"

Probably. But . . . "What other choice do we have?"

"You'd better be right!" Chris headed for the vampires' apartments. As he pa.s.sed Stuart, Chris pointed at him and said, "You're dead, motherf.u.c.ker!"

Bastien shook his head. "He didn't know they were tracking him!"

Stuart followed them to Cliff's apartment. "You won't kill me if I help, right? You aren't going to let those guys capture me again, are you? I mean, I can help, right?"

"Yes," Bastien answered while Chris swiped a card and entered the security code. "Help the humans get their wounded to the tunnel."

Stuart did as ordered. Racing to the stairwell, he grabbed a wounded network employee two others were struggling to support, looped him carefully over one shoulder and raced over to the ragged tunnel entrance to pa.s.s him off to Todd.

Cliff's door opened. Cliff stood there, brown eyes already glowing amber. "I can help up on the ground."

Bastien shook his head. "I don't want to risk your being tranqed."

Chris moved on to unlock Joe's door.

Joe stepped into the hallway, eyes glowing a vibrant blue.