Darkness Rises(126)

Bastien and Melanie raced past toward the third and last barracks.
“We’ve got the last one,” Bastien called and plunged inside, Melanie right behind him.
Richart appeared in front of Étienne and gave Krysta a quick once-over. “Are you all right?” he asked, face full of concern.
“I’m awesome!” she declared with worrisome enthusiasm.
Richart cast Étienne a dubious glance.
“You heard Seth?” Etienne asked.
His brother nodded. “Stay safe.” He vanished.
You, too, Étienne thought.
Ethan and Edward, along with Richart, steadily reduced the numbers of the guards outside.
All hell had broken loose in the hangars, judging by the sounds of it, so Yuri and Stanislov appeared to have things under control there.
Or not.
Three mercenaries fled one hangar and scrambled into a helicopter. The blades began to rotate as the engine hummed to life.
Krysta gave Étienne a huge grin, her face lighting with excitement. “I’m doing it!” she blurted, sheathing her swords and drawing two daggers.
“What?”
“I’m taking out that helicopter!” Whooping, she dashed away.
“Wait!” He took off after Krysta. Melanie!
Yes?
Can a double dose of the antidote cause erratic behavior?
That’s definitely a possibility. It’s a stimulant and frighteningly strong. Why?
The helicopter lifted off the ground.
Krysta picked up speed, running damned near as fast as an elder.
Because I think Krysta has lost her damned mind!
The helicopter began to move away, strafing the yard with machine gun fire.
Krysta veered toward a Humvee, jumped onto the hood and, without slowing, leaped into the air.
Étienne nearly dropped dead of a fucking heart attack as he watched her fly through the air and dive through a side door, tackling one of the door gunners.
Fuck!
Jumping onto the Humvee, he leaped after her.
The helicopter wobbled and began to spin away.
Étienne brushed the landing gear with his fingers and latched on, pulling himself up and through a side door.
One door gunner was dead. A second soldier fell out the other side. The pilot . . .
Krysta buried a dagger in his heart as he spun toward her with a 9mm.
The helicopter tilted and spun as the pilot abandoned the controls and slumped over dead.
“Now what?” Étienne demanded incredulously as she turned a triumphant smile on him. He sure as hell couldn’t fly this thing. And they couldn’t jump without being caught in the rotors.
Her face fell. “Oh, shit. I didn’t think of that.”
Seth!
The ground rushed toward them.
Seth appeared in the helicopter and promptly bumped his head. “Ah! Shit!” Reaching out with both hands, he grabbed their shoulders.
Étienne breathed a sigh of relief when they teleported to the tarmac in front of one of the hangars.
Fire reached toward the sky as the helicopter crashed and exploded. Pieces of the rotor blades tore off and shot through the night, taking out several more mercenaries for them.
“You!” Seth said, pointing an authoritative finger at Krysta. “Calm the fuck down!”
Eyes wide, she nodded hastily. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what—”
“It’s the drug. I know. Étienne, keep her in check.” He vanished.
 

 

Krysta stared up at Étienne, eyes wide. “I can’t believe I just did that. I’m so sorry. Are you hurt? You aren’t hurt, are you?”
“I’m fine. You just scared the hell out of me.”
“I’m sorry,” she said again. She hadn’t thought. Energy had poured through her, demanding an immediate outlet. She had seen the helicopter and . . .
She hadn’t thought. She had just acted.
“Are you okay?” he asked, grabbing one of her Glocks and firing over her shoulder at some threat behind her.
“Yes.”
“No chest pains?”
“No. My breathing is even beginning to slow.” And rational thought was returning.
He nodded.
“I really am sorry,” she said. They could have died in that helicopter. One of the rotor blades could have decapitated them when it crashed. Or they could have burned to death in the fire.#p#分页标题#e#
Could fire kill immortals?
“It’s all right. Let’s go help Yuri and Stanislov—”
Eyes rolling back in his head, he dropped to the pavement.
“Étienne!”
A dart stuck out of his shoulder.
Looking past him, she jerked to the side to avoid a dart aimed at her, then flung a dagger at the mercenary aiming his tranquilizer gun at them.
It sank to the hilt in the man’s chest, felling him as quickly as the dart had dropped Étienne.
Kneeling, Krysta rolled Étienne onto his back and drew out two autoinjectors with shaking fingers. “Étienne?” She flipped the lids open and jabbed them into his neck.