When we hit the hallway, I pick her up. She barely weighs seventy pounds. That’s nothing to me. She wraps her arms around my neck, and I run. The door crashes in behind us. Thundering footsteps fill my foyer as we round the corner into the parlor. I cross it in ten long strides.
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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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