Lykos tossed the last soldier into the room, then slammed the door. It took only a heartbeat of concentration to seal the metal door into the metal frame. “I want you to know, I did not kill anyone getting in here.” He tilted his head. “Except that doctor. May have broken her skull. A bit.”
“I, uh…” Christophe nodded to him as he pulled the pants up over his hips. They were too big for him, so he had to cinch the belt tight. “Yeah, I’m okay with that.” He smiled, then checked the gun before putting it back into its holster. “You weren’t hurt, were you?”
“I got buried by avalanche.” Lykos stared at him.
“Yeah, but were you hurt?” Christophe raised an eyebrow at him.
“A. Va.” Lykos narrowed his eyes. “Lanche.” He shrugged. “Then forest fire. Also, got shot.”
“Yes…” Christophe drawled the word. “But were you hurt?”
“Well…” Lykos shook his head. “No. Not really. Annoyed. They stole my guns.”
“You stole them first.” Christophe gestured to a corridor, and Lykos started down it. Christophe followed.
“I’m glad you’re alright, Lykos.” Christophe’s quiet voice made him turn, and he saw Christophe giving him a shy smile. “I, uh…” He rubbed his neck. “I was scared for you.”
“Scared for me?” Lykos ran his knuckles down Christophe’s cheek. “You were one nearly got brain fried.” He tapped Christophe’s nose. “Come. Which way go now?”
“I was kind of out of it when they brought me in here, but uh…” Christophe pointed. “These are all laid out similar —” He cut off at the sound of footsteps heading their way. “And since that is the way the reinforcements are coming from…”
“I may have to kill —” Lykos started to put a hand on Christophe’s shoulder. The alarm blared into life as all the lights in the area started blinking red. “Christophe?”
“Yeah, that uh…” Christophe shook his head. “That’s not good.”