It was a helluva fight.
The guards died when they opened the doors.
The heavy slugs of the Colts slammed the two men back, tearing into their chests and sending them spinning out of the way. I stepped over twitching legs, and met another pair of guards as they raced into the room, long, metal batons in their hands.
Long or not, my Colts have a better reach.
They died just as quickly and just as badly as their compatriots.
More men and a few women came racing downstairs and out of rooms toward me.
I killed the first man on the stairs, and others stumbled over him, crashing onto the floor. I shot women in one doorway and men in another, bottlenecking the entrances.
Kicking the front door closed, I reloaded the Colts and was ready when the others scrambled over their fallen comrades.
And they died too.
For nearly five minutes, I stood my ground, and the Colts thundered in the confines of the hall. When it was over, the wounded and the dying cried out for mercy.
I had none for them.
I reloaded the Colts once more and finished off the wounded with my pruning knife. It wasn’t pretty, and it wasn’t out of mercy.
I didn’t want anyone coming after me.
I cleaned the blade off on the shirt of an orderly before putting the weapon away. With the Colts in my hands, I went looking for the head of the building, and I found him soon enough.
He was in a small office, busy writing down some notes. He didn’t bother to look up when I entered the room.
“They’re gone,” he told me.
“That a fact?”
He nodded and wrote something else down before closing the notebook and looking up at me. There was a hint of fear in his eyes but little else. “I’m going to die.”
I nodded.
“Which one are you looking for, Blood?” he asked.
“Genevieve.”
He frowned, tapped his fingers on the desk for a moment, and then nodded. “Yes. She was one of the new ones. They’re across town in a separate facility now. She might be one of the few to carry the creature full-term.”
I cocked the hammers back on the Colts.
He tapped his inkwell. “Poison, Blood. I took it a moment before you walked in.”
“Pity,” I said and shot him through the mouth.
I could only hope to find her in time.
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