The two shooters reacted instantly, diving away, and a second later there was a flash of utterly blinding white light and something slapped the air of the hallway like a giants palm.
I hadnt gotten my eyes closed in time, and my vision was covered in red and purple spots, my ears ringing in a steady, high-pitched tone, but the shield had protected me from the force of the small explosion, and my head was clear enough that I could stagger to my feet and get out of the deadly hallway, Valmont pulling me along in her wake.
Jesus Christ, she swore in a vicious tone as we ran. It was just some goddamned files. Other stairway!
Going back into the darkened ballroom after the stroboscopic hallway had left my eyes helplessly trying to adjust. I cant see yet, I said, and felt her take my hand. Okay, go!
Valmont started running, and I lurched blindly along with her, holding her hand like an NBA-sized toddler and trying not to fall down. We crossed what had to have been most of the ballroom before Valmont suddenly stopped. My rented shoes were not exactly hell on wheels for traction, and I all but fell over her before I could stop, too.
What? I asked.
Quiet, she hissed. One of those things at the door.
You have any more flash-bangs? I said, lower.
Most girls dont even carry the one, you know, she said rather primly. I cant tell you how many jobs Ive done without a hitch since the last time I saw you, Dresden. You walk through the door and everything goes to hell.
Thats embroidered on my towels, actually, I said. I blinked my eyes hard, several times, and could barely make out the shape of one of the octokongs waiting at the door. Well, technically, it was waiting over the door, its tentacles spread out along the ceiling, sticking to it like some enormous spider, apelike arms hanging down. Valmont had stopped us behind a column, deep in the shadows created by the emergency lights in the hallway beyond the octokong. Wow, those things are ugly. I blinked some more. Okay, stay close.
Can you see?
Yeah, almost. Well make a run for it. If it comes at us, Ill knock it away and we meep-meep right the hell out of here.
Meep-meep. Valmonts voice was dry. Its so nice to work with a mature professional.
Fine. We extract, exfiltrate, whatever, I said. I changed hands, shifting hers to my left, making sure my right was free. Here we go.
And we ran for the door.
The octokong started slorping down the wall, all tentacles and slime and harsh, ugly grunting sounds, but it didnt just drop, and though I was ready to unleash another blast of force at it, we scooted by a couple of inches ahead of the nearesttentacle tip, and into the hallway, free and clear, even more easily than Id planned.
So naturally, alarm bells started going off in my head.
There was a doorway across the hall, and I didnt slow down. I lowered my shoulder and hit it with the weight of my entire body, and with the full power of the Winter Knight.
I dont wanna say Im strong when Ive got my Winter Knight onbut Ive lifted cars. Maybe it isnt really comic-book-style superstrength, but Im a big guy, Im no lightweight, and that door splintered, its lock tearing free of its wooden frame as if it had already half rotted out. I went through it, my shoulder sending up a hot pulse of discomfort, dragging Valmont with me.
The second octokong had been waiting on the inside of the hallway, already plunging down at us, and if wed paused for even a fraction of a second, it would have nabbed us both. Instead, I crashed into a rack of brooms and mops at the back of a large cleaning closet, snapping several handles and putting a huge dent in the drywall. I sort of bounced off of it, my eyes still blurry with spots, stunned.
Dresden! Valmont cried.
I spun to see her lurch and grab onto a heavy metal shelf of cleaning products. Id lost hold of her at some point. No sooner had she grabbed on than one of her legs was jerked out from beneath her, and her hands were wrenched free of the shelf.
I snapped my arms out and caught her before she could be hauled out of the closet, becoming cognizant of a purple-grey tentacle wrapped around her ankle as I did. I went to the floor, lashing out with all the power of my legs, and sent the door swinging closed with vicious force, neatly severing the tip of the octokongs tentacle.
There was a furious bellow from outside the door.
Get behind me, get behind me! I shouted at Valmont, keeping the door pressed shut with my legs. She scrambled over me in the darkness inside the closet, her limbs lean and solid beneath her disguise. A second later, there was a click, and light from a tiny flashlight flooded the room as she used it to start scanning the shelves.
I expected the octokong to come shoving against the door, but instead there were several smaller impacts, and then suddenly the door let out a shriek as it was simply torn into pieces and ripped away from me. I caught a flash of multiple tentacles holding various shattered pieces of the door, and then the octokong was coming through the doorway, low, propelled by still more tentacles and its apelike arms.
I let out a scream and kicked it in the chest with both feet, tagging it hard enough to draw a coughing roar of surprise from it and send its heavy torso tumbling back into the hallwaybut its tentacles caught the doorframe with clearly supernatural power, arresting its momentum and beginning to send it hurtling back into me.
I hadnt gotten my eyes closed in time, and my vision was covered in red and purple spots, my ears ringing in a steady, high-pitched tone, but the shield had protected me from the force of the small explosion, and my head was clear enough that I could stagger to my feet and get out of the deadly hallway, Valmont pulling me along in her wake.
Jesus Christ, she swore in a vicious tone as we ran. It was just some goddamned files. Other stairway!
Going back into the darkened ballroom after the stroboscopic hallway had left my eyes helplessly trying to adjust. I cant see yet, I said, and felt her take my hand. Okay, go!
Valmont started running, and I lurched blindly along with her, holding her hand like an NBA-sized toddler and trying not to fall down. We crossed what had to have been most of the ballroom before Valmont suddenly stopped. My rented shoes were not exactly hell on wheels for traction, and I all but fell over her before I could stop, too.
What? I asked.
Quiet, she hissed. One of those things at the door.
You have any more flash-bangs? I said, lower.
Most girls dont even carry the one, you know, she said rather primly. I cant tell you how many jobs Ive done without a hitch since the last time I saw you, Dresden. You walk through the door and everything goes to hell.
Thats embroidered on my towels, actually, I said. I blinked my eyes hard, several times, and could barely make out the shape of one of the octokongs waiting at the door. Well, technically, it was waiting over the door, its tentacles spread out along the ceiling, sticking to it like some enormous spider, apelike arms hanging down. Valmont had stopped us behind a column, deep in the shadows created by the emergency lights in the hallway beyond the octokong. Wow, those things are ugly. I blinked some more. Okay, stay close.
Can you see?
Yeah, almost. Well make a run for it. If it comes at us, Ill knock it away and we meep-meep right the hell out of here.
Meep-meep. Valmonts voice was dry. Its so nice to work with a mature professional.
Fine. We extract, exfiltrate, whatever, I said. I changed hands, shifting hers to my left, making sure my right was free. Here we go.
And we ran for the door.
The octokong started slorping down the wall, all tentacles and slime and harsh, ugly grunting sounds, but it didnt just drop, and though I was ready to unleash another blast of force at it, we scooted by a couple of inches ahead of the nearesttentacle tip, and into the hallway, free and clear, even more easily than Id planned.
So naturally, alarm bells started going off in my head.
There was a doorway across the hall, and I didnt slow down. I lowered my shoulder and hit it with the weight of my entire body, and with the full power of the Winter Knight.
I dont wanna say Im strong when Ive got my Winter Knight onbut Ive lifted cars. Maybe it isnt really comic-book-style superstrength, but Im a big guy, Im no lightweight, and that door splintered, its lock tearing free of its wooden frame as if it had already half rotted out. I went through it, my shoulder sending up a hot pulse of discomfort, dragging Valmont with me.
The second octokong had been waiting on the inside of the hallway, already plunging down at us, and if wed paused for even a fraction of a second, it would have nabbed us both. Instead, I crashed into a rack of brooms and mops at the back of a large cleaning closet, snapping several handles and putting a huge dent in the drywall. I sort of bounced off of it, my eyes still blurry with spots, stunned.
Dresden! Valmont cried.
I spun to see her lurch and grab onto a heavy metal shelf of cleaning products. Id lost hold of her at some point. No sooner had she grabbed on than one of her legs was jerked out from beneath her, and her hands were wrenched free of the shelf.
I snapped my arms out and caught her before she could be hauled out of the closet, becoming cognizant of a purple-grey tentacle wrapped around her ankle as I did. I went to the floor, lashing out with all the power of my legs, and sent the door swinging closed with vicious force, neatly severing the tip of the octokongs tentacle.
There was a furious bellow from outside the door.
Get behind me, get behind me! I shouted at Valmont, keeping the door pressed shut with my legs. She scrambled over me in the darkness inside the closet, her limbs lean and solid beneath her disguise. A second later, there was a click, and light from a tiny flashlight flooded the room as she used it to start scanning the shelves.
I expected the octokong to come shoving against the door, but instead there were several smaller impacts, and then suddenly the door let out a shriek as it was simply torn into pieces and ripped away from me. I caught a flash of multiple tentacles holding various shattered pieces of the door, and then the octokong was coming through the doorway, low, propelled by still more tentacles and its apelike arms.
I let out a scream and kicked it in the chest with both feet, tagging it hard enough to draw a coughing roar of surprise from it and send its heavy torso tumbling back into the hallwaybut its tentacles caught the doorframe with clearly supernatural power, arresting its momentum and beginning to send it hurtling back into me.
