Mabe (Earth Resistance Book 5) by Theresa Beachman

Author:Theresa Beachman [Beachman, Theresa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-09-05T18:30:00+00:00

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Sarah climbed down the elevator shaft after Mabe and Foster, hand over clumsy foot. Sawyer and Zoe remained above, sealing off the access once more and darkness closed over her head leaving only sickly light from below to guide her down.

The shaft walls were lined with a metal framework and narrow struts functioned as handholds, but they were thin and bent precariously under her weight. Hurry. Hurry. Fear whispered in her ear, growing more insistent with every second as panicked shouts echoed up into the restricted space. When her feet hit the bottom of the shaft, she bobbed down and out, hot relief washing through her.

Artem, Diana and Jacob were dragging the Chittrix along the corridor to the viral vault. Jacob was sheathed in sweat, a dark blaze tracking down his back, while across from him, Artem’s face crunched into a pretzel of concentration, his temples bulbous with veins, a stark contrast to Diana’s stony expression. Yellow bodily fluids smeared the floor, marking its journey. Hope budded in Sarah’s gut. This might work.

Mabe and Foster swung into position with Sawyer.

“Fucker’s still awake,” Foster shouted, grunting as he took up the slack.

The airlock for the viral vault was dead ahead. Sarah sidled past the heaving team, her back pressed to the wall. As she passed the head, the eye blinked again, the thick shutter of eyelid sliding left to right. Fuck. Hair lifted on the back of her neck and time stopped. It was tracking her. No iris. No pupil. No indication, just her pale face reflected in multiplicity. But she knew.

She fumbled past Artem, tripping over the ropes and grabbing at his waist in her eagerness to get to the vault access pad.

Don’t look over your shoulder.

Her hand shook as she typed in the access code. The keypad flashed red. What? She must’ve entered the wrong sequence. She blew out a breath, wiped her hand on her thigh and rested her forehead on the cool metal before typing again.

The pad flashed green and a small cry of relief escaped her as she stumbled into the airlock, bending to wedge the outer door open with a screwdriver. She pushed her security card into the lock and hit the override on the inner door, recoiling as dry air hit her in the face.

“Open,” she hollered, circling the room. They’d already emptied it of anything that wasn’t screwed to the floor. But even so, she gave the space a final sweep. There could be nothing left here that the Chittrix might use against them. Nothing.

“Fuck, this thing is heavy.” Mabe was first through the narrow vault door, his muscles bulging as he guided the others into the room.

“Here.” From the doorway, Zoe tossed a silver gun. Sarah caught the stubby weapon. Diana’s gene gun, modified by Foster to deliver the virus and a heavy shot of tranquilizer.

“Closing the door.” Jacob retreated into the airlock and the inner door hissed shut in front of him. He stared wide-eyed through the glass, his chest rising and falling too fast, his hands rammed under his arms.

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