“That is for hitting my female.” Zelron stalked back to her. “Time to go.”
She held out her hand and he gripped it, throwing open the doors and tugging her from the room.
“I know the way out.” She pointed down the corridor. “Freedom is this way.”
Chapter 11
Forget her lock picking skills; she didn’t need them with a heavy foot like Zelron’s. The red door flew across the room, and she only glimpsed the guard with his gun drawn before the door slammed into him. She winced half in sympathy as it flattened him, well, almost like a pancake.
Bright sunlight shone through vents in the upper parts of the building. She wanted to weep at the sight and her heart ached for Zelron, knowing his imprisonment was a hell of a lot longer than hers.
He tugged her behind him, an iron grip on her hand as he marched forward,and put a foot on the door, leaning over the wounded, groaning guard.
“Transport. We require it,” rumbled Zelron.
“Car. We need a car. Tell us or he’ll make a permanent pancake out of you.”
The radio on the guard’s belt crackled to life. “Code red, code red. Escaped lab subjects loose on grounds, apprehend with deadly force.”
Oh great. “Z, if they catch us they’re going to kill us.”
“I will not allow it.” He leaned on the door harder, making the guard whimper in pain. “Answer or die, human,” he growled at the guard.
“T…he rack…K…keys, d…desk, cars…round back.” The guard groaned and slumped unconscious to the floor.
“We need a diversion. I have a plan. Let me go, please, Z.”
He nodded, letting her hand go. “Open the front door while I get the keys.”
Splitting ways, he went for the front door while she ran to the other side of the room, curled her hand into a fist and punched the glass cover of the fire alarm. Yanking it down, alarm bells sounded throughout the buildings.
Zelron kicked out the door. As she went around the big reception desk, there sat a tall, thin, key box. Of course, it would be locked.
“Z, help.”
He jogged around the desk. “This, we need it. Let’s take the whole thing, so they can’t use any other cars.”
With a grip and a tug, he ripped the whole thing from the wall. “Smart.”
She grinned up at him. “I have my moments, let’s go.”
The heat of the Australian summer hit her as they burst outside, the key box clutched under his arm. Prov blinked trying to get her bearings. She saw a car park around the corner to the right.
“There.” She pointed, but hissed when the hot concrete seared the tender soles of her feet. Zelron didn’t have the same problem. “Hot…too hot.”
He paused, glanced down at her and, in the next moment, he hoisted her up on his shoulders, bouncing her as he ran in the direction she pointed.
Setting her down on her feet under the shade of a gum tree, he dropped the box, ripping it open.
“I assume those small things with wheels are transport?”
She wobbled on her feet for a moment before regaining her equilibrium. There were rows of cars to choose from; she rifled around in the box, pulling out several with electronic keys. She pointed and clicked. A Mercedes sparked to life, then next to it a shiny, black Jeep Wrangler.
“That one. Throw the rest of these away.” She nodded towards the keys.
Zelron threw them and lifted her again, making a dash for the Wrangler.
“Does it fly?” Zelron followed her lead, yanking open the door, but having to fold his large bulk to fit into the passenger seat.
She wanted to laugh, but held it in. “Ah, no, we don’t have flying cars, yet.”
“I do not fit here.” He frowned at his seat and climbed out. Prov’s jaw dropped when he reached in and with one hard yank ripped the passenger seat out. He climbed back in.
She grinned. She had one hell of a guy.
No you don’t, idiot, focus; we’re almost free and he’ll want to go back to his planet and have nothing to do with humans ever again.
“Command this transport; I would, but do not know how.” The sound of his urgent voice snapped her out of her eye-popping moment. “We have more guards approaching.”
“Yes, right.” Buckling in, she started the Wrangler and threw it into reverse. “Hang onto, uh, something.” She floored the accelerator, making the wheels squeal as she spun them around.
Zelron grabbed the dash and the other side of her seat as she drove, his eyes glancing around.
Her heart racing faster than the horsepower in the engine, she shoved it back into Drive. The guards, who were running with their guns drawn, dived out of the way as she headed straight towards them.