Man, someone had to kick this fight into high gear again - Butch was heading back with a ticking time bomb in his cargo hold, and Tohr wanted to be there when the brother got to the compound.
More of the Jeopardy! theme.
From out of nowhere, that god-awful scene from the butler's pantry hit him again, his hunger and No'One's struggles and his body's reaction ripping through him -
A great clawing anger bit him in the ass, ruining his concentration, pulling him out of the fight - and putting him exactly where he didn't want to be.
As his brain scrambled and his chest burned, he wanted to scream.
Instead, he chose another way to force his mind somewhere else.
Putting both guns up in front of him, he jumped out from behind the Dumpster.
Talk about a lightning rod. Triggers were pulled. Lead went flying. And he was the target.
As his shoulder kicked back, he knew he was struck again, but he didn't pay any attention. Zeroing in on the source, he discharged both semis at the dark corner, squeezing off round after round as he walked forward.
Someone was yelling but he couldn't hear it - didn't hear it.
He was on autopilot.
He was. . . invincible.
When the call came in to the medical staff, No'One was in the training center's main exam room, delivering a stack of freshly folded scrubs that were straight from the dryer and still a little warm.
Over at the desk, Doc Jane leaned into her phone. "He's what? Can you repeat that? Who? And you're bringing him here?"
At that moment, the door to the outside corridor burst wide and No'One took an involuntary step back. The Brothers Vishous and Rhage filled the room as they barged in - and the fighters were grim, their eyes darkened, their brows down, their bodies tight.
There were daggers in their right hands.
"Wait, yes, they're here. What's your ETA? Okay, yup, we'll be ready for him. " Jane hung up and looked over at the males. "Guess you guys are in charge of security. "
"Damn straight. " Vishous nodded at the operating table. "So I can't assist you. "
"Because you're going to have a knife to the throat of my patient. "
"You got it. Where's Ehlena?"
Conversation bloomed as Doc Jane began gathering equipment and staff, and in the chaos that followed, No'One prayed nobody noticed her. Who was being brought in -
As if Vishous read her mind, he looked in her direction. "All nonessential personnel have to leave the training compound - "
The desk phone went off again with a shrill sound, and the healer Jane put it up to her ear once more. "Hello? Qhuinn? What is - What? He did what?" The female's eyes shot to her mate, her cheeks going pale. "Tell me how bad? And he needs transport? Do you have - Thank God. Yeah, I'll take care of it. "
She hung up and spoke in a hollow voice. "Tohr is hit. Multiple times. Manny!" she called out. "We've got another incoming!"
Tohrment?
Vishous cursed. "If Throe put even one slug into him - "
"He walked into gunfire," Jane cut in.
Everyone froze.
As No'One threw a hand out to the wall to steady herself, Rhage said softly, "Excuse me?"
"I don't know much more than that. Qhuinn just said that he stepped out from under cover, put up two forties, and just. . . walked forward into a spray of gunfire. "