He pauses for a brief second, nods, then turns toward the elevator.
Oh, I guess I’m supposed to follow Casper The Tatted Up Ghost into an enclosed space with his zombie-gutting knife?
I roll my eyes. There are security cameras everywhere. And if I know Celia, she’s tracking my progress on some sort of app.
The elevator dings on the fourth floor. And guess who’s waiting for us?
You guessed it.
“Cam!” Celia rushes toward me, throwing her arms around my neck. “I missed you!”
I pat her back. “You saw me two days ago, sis.”
She grabs my arms and steps back a bit. “You know what I mean.”
I roll my eyes again. My ocular nerve is getting quite the workout today.
Celia turns to Casper The Tatted Up Ghost. “Cam, this is Ryker Navarro. Ryker, my sister Cam.”
“Ma’am,” is all he says before turning on his heel back into the elevator.
When the doors close, I shake my head. “Man, it’s hard to get a word in edgewise with that guy. So talkative!”
Celia snickers and drags me down the hallway toward her corner office.
She’s done well for herself. From working with Immigrations and the FBI to becoming the head of Saber Security. And finding the love of her life in the process. My heart speeds up a bit at that.
You know where the love of your life is, if only you’d come clean to him.
I tell my subconscious to shut the fuck up, then shove the feelings into a box, lock the box, throw the key into a lake, then set the box on fire. That should keep the stray thoughts at bay, right?
“Right.”
I blink at Celia.Shit. “What did you say?”
Her eyes light up. “I said - you want the tour, right?”
I smile, and she begins speed-walking down the hallway, showing me one office after the other. They all look the same. Then, she lets me peek into the armory on the fifth floor andholy hand grenades! There are weapons in there that aren’t even out on the market.
“A lot of our weapons are designed in-house,” Celia points to one wall. “Rand and Tatiana are a team to reckon with. Let’s go see our brother-in-law, shall we?”
We take the elevator down to the second floor. We’re approaching the lab when we come across Flint standing right outside the door.
“What are you doing, you big lug?” Celia taps her foot.
“Lalelei, you know what I’m doing,” Flint smirks.
Celia rolls her eyes and shakes her head.
I’m confused but watch as Flint puts his ear to the door, waits for a beat, then pushes through the lab’s automatic doors with a shout. Flint then bangs his fist against the inside wall. I hear notebooks hitting the floor and beakers rattling against each other.
“Goddamnfuck nuggets!” Rand’s muffled shout reaches us in the hallway.
“Flint does that crap all the time. It’s any wonder he hasn’t caused an explosion in this building,” Celia sighs and enters the lab.
“Celia! I swear on my lightsaber, I’m going to put a tracker on this Samoan Hulk of yours,” Rand shuffles around the lab, picking up papers. “He’s lucky I wasn’t handling radioactive materials!”
Flint snorts. “You wouldn’t handle radioactive shit in here. You don’t have the protective stuff. Like the moon suit and lead-lined room. Right?”
