Continuing to fire, Harlow pulled out his other gun. And side by side with Foxx, he eliminated the wolves emerging from the stairway.
As more and more bodies fell, Harlow yelled smugly, “And you were worried they’d be too much.”
“Just shut up and keep firing!” Foxx yelled back.
Shaking his head, he smirked, taking two more out. His body remained tense and ready, even when no more came.
Harlow quickly counted the new dead. “Down to thirty-two. Reload, we can’t risk running out.”
* * *
Foxx reloaded his gun,and couldn’t help but think how easy this had been so far. But then he supposed…Harlow hadn’t been wrong about werewolves. They were easy enough to take out…as long as they didn’t get their claws into you.
“There are ten on the floor below. According to the blueprints, the stairs from the attic lead to a hallway, and directly across from the stairs there is a room with one werewolf in it. The hallway itself goes to the right and has a total of six doors.” He listened carefully. “I think the doors are locked…but based on the cracking I’m hearing, they won’t be for long. So?—”
“Yeah, yeah, I’ll be careful by the doorways.”
Foxx glared. “I was actually going to say, why don’t you use yourself as bait? You’d be a nice possible chew toy for them. I’m sure they’d bust out right away.”
“And I thought you were worried about me,” Harlow chuckled.
Foxx rolled his eyes and pushed past Harlow. Stepping over the bodies, he made his way down the stairs.
He had just stepped into the hall when the door across from them broke open. The doorframe fractured, one of the three metal planks keeping it shut, instead of just breaking free of the wood, was sent flying. Foxx flinched back in shock as it embedded into the wall to his left.
But he didn’t have time to freak out about how close he’d come to being pierced by a piece of fucking metal again. Gun raised, he was about to shoot the werewolf barreling towards him, when a shot went off above him. Head exploding, the wolf dropped to the floor dead.
“Looks like you are all the chew toy they need,” Harlow mused from behind him.
“I had that, you know,” Foxx said grumpily.
Stepping into the hall, he turned around and eyed the piece of metal that was sticking out of the wall. Two inches more to the right and he’d have gotten to experience being pierced through twice.
Harlow let out a whistle. “That was close.”
He brushed past Harlow, and took one step down the hall, intending to stop before the first door to stay clear of any possibly flying metal. When, as if on cue, all six other doors in the hall broke open at once. No flying metal this time, but plenty of werewolves stumbling out, falling over each other to get at them. A few were moving so fast they slammed into the hallway wall.
Foxx didn’t even have time to curse before the wolf closest was on him. As he tumbled back under its weight, he fired, and he kept firing, even when he felt the first prick of claws digging into his sides, until the thing stopped moving. Above him there were growls and howls of pain, while a barrage of gunfire kept going.
He shoved the body off himself just in time to witness a tawny-colored wolf leap over him, no doubt towards Harlow. He didn’t take the time to check, he just kept firing instead. His bullet hit the creature mid-chest, sending the thing off course and slamming into the wall as it howled.
Another shot rang out, the tawny wolf jerked, sagging in death. And then Harlow was there, yanking him to his feet.
“You need to stop ending up under werewolves. Are you hurt?”
“I’m not doing it on purpose! And, no.”
“There are a lot of things you don’t do on purpose, Foxx, that seem to keep happening anyway. You’re bleeding,” Harlow said with a frown as he holstered one of his guns, and started to poke at his side.
“What?! What keeps happening?!” He holstered one of his own guns, just to be able to smack Harlow’s hand away. “I’m fine, they are shallow cuts.”
Harlow eyed his superficial wounds for a moment before meeting his gaze, after apparently deciding they were as minor as Foxx had said they were.
“Well, let see, you always end up in the brightest fucking outfits when we need stealth. And now, twice you’ve ended up underneath a werewolf. Though this one likely wouldn’t have started humping you.”
“Fuck you,” he hissed, before raising his gun and firing, dropping the werewolf that had just appeared out of one of the rooms. He flinched at a loud bang that came from below, the floor shaking a bit.
“Oh, I will, Foxx. Soon enough.”
