“Get down!” I shut the door and slip the chain. More bullets punch through the front wall. The girl screams again, and I wonder if she’s been hit. I tear open the door and she spills inside, but she’s so coated with blood I can’t tell if they shot her.
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We hurry through the library. There’s no windows, and no gunmen. The girl’s breathing in little gasps now. I can’t tell if it’s shock or if she’s injured. But she manages to suck enough air to ask, “How are you killing everybody?”
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“You know my name. You know where I live. You came to me for help. But you don’t know who I am?” I stop at a bookcase along the back wall and press a red book, a green book, and a white book in sequence. The bookcase swings backward on a hinge. I pull the girl in after me.
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I have to peel her death claws off my hand. When I do, she looks up at me in confusion. But she freezes stiff when she sees what’s lining the walls. “Jonah, why do you have so many guns?”
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I ignore her and yank open the steel mesh cage holding my pistols. I toss a few in a black bag and add some magazines as the girls stares around us in shock. “There’s got to be a hundred guns in here…”
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“One hundred and twenty. Don’t touch any, they’re all loaded.” I open another cage and pull an MP5 from its mounting. And I add five more loaded mags to the bag. “Can we hide in here?"
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“They’ll know we disappeared from the library. A tracking dog could locate us. Or maybe they’ll just smash open the walls. Either way, we’re dead if they trap us.” “So what do we do?”
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I chamber a round in the MP5 and toss her the bag. “You hold this. Stick close. I’ll get us to the garage. But it’s gonna be a messy run.” /End of chapter
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