I drag her in and slam the door. I don’t have time to throw the lock before more bullets chew through the door and drive me back. The shooters pulverize my plush foyer in an explosion of glass and marble shards. I drag the girl just ahead of the carnage.
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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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