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of it,” Marta said, her faltering voice
giving away her fear. It scared all of us and I felt sorry for her
but at the same time, I had to get Nembier back. Call me a gold
digger if you want, but a guy has to live you know.
    “We can’t
ignore it Marta,” the blue eyed plank suddenly cut in as he went
and put an arm around her shoulder and gave her his best movie star
smile. “We have to take a look and see where those creatures got in
so we know where to concentrate our firepower tonight. I’ll make
sure you’re okay honey, you stick with me huh? Besides, Sam here is
law enforcement and he’ll make sure they’re no danger to us.”
    My irritation
rose several notches and I almost slapped him for that last remark
before realising that he was right; everyone would be expecting me
to be able to make sure not one of the hundreds of crazies and
murderers held in this place would harm them, just because I had a
couple of sets of handcuffs and a tag. Closing my eyes, I sighed
deeply as I realised the weight my job put on my shoulders.
    Once I felt
calm I glanced at Ronjo and was surprised to see him checking the
gun I’d given him the night before. “Ronjo, do you want to sit this
out and do Eddy duty again?” I asked but he shook his head.
    “No. Thanks for
asking but I want to stop being such an old woman for a change. I’m
gonna tag along on this one if that’s okay.”
    “That’s great
buddy, glad to have you along,” I grinned and he nodded. It’s
amazing how people find reserves of strength and courage in a
crisis that they never knew they possessed.
    “I’ll stay with
Eddy this time,” Kitt said as he took the boy’s hand. “I’m too old
and slow to deal with those creatures anyway. I’d just hold you
back and put you all in danger. We’ll stay here and tidy up a bit.”
Flark nodded and I guessed he must’ve felt a little relieved not to
have to baby the old guy again.
    “Okay so let’s
split up into two groups huh?” Flark suggested. “Make sure each
group has an equal number of competent guns okay?”
    Dex, Ronjo,
Luggs and me set off towards the rear end of the building and I was
pleased to have these guys in my group. There was no doubt in my
mind that I’d got the best of the bunch and I felt pretty confident
that we could deal with whatever came our way. The only potential
weak link was Ronjo but I had to admit that he was trying his best
not to be a burden. A large open space occupied the central core of
the building; a short corridor at the far end leading to a small
security station that guarded the entrance to the cell wings. A
desk and computer console stood at one side, behind which we could
see eight security vidicom screens, none of which seemed to be
operational. Beyond the desk, eight doors led off in different
directions, forming a semicircle like the rays of a sun in a kid’s
painting. The doors were numbered one to eight from left to right.
My group opted for the first four and left five through to eight
for Flark’s group. Flark had a set of restraints just in case he
should catch up with Nembier and I had another set in my own
pocket.
    To my surprise,
the doors weren’t locked and swung open with just a push. Frowning,
I looked at Dex, who shrugged and shouldered his laser rifle. We
stepped through into a short corridor that stretched before us and
disappeared down a flight of steps. We approached the steps and
peered into the gloom but could see nothing. Luggs got out a
flashlight and we all groaned aloud at the sight that greeted us at
the foot of the short flight of steps. The remains of the door to
cell wing number one lay strewn at the bottom of the steps; each
piece graffitied with deep gouges and spattered with blood.
    “Bingo,” Dex
hissed.
    “Shit,” I
replied.
    “Oh fuck,”
Luggs added and Ronjo gasped.
    “Is there a
light switch anywhere?” Luggs asked as he examined the outside of
the doorway. Before anyone could reply he found a sensor