Cormac isn’t stupid enough to have a room without a weapon stashed somewhere.
For fucks sake, he has them stashed inmyhome.
I really don’t want to face what’s in these drawers or cabinets. I saw only a glimpse of one earlier, but digging through them means seeing the worst things mankind has done to each other.
Swallowing down the nausea, I pull one open, not letting my eyes focus on a single image or piece of paper, flitting through them to find at least a knife or something.
The desk itself is empty, so I stand to search the cabinets behind me, my fingers dancing along and between each file, digging frantically to find something for self-defense.
When I still come up empty, I run my hands through my wild hair, nearly falling into a fit of frustrated tears.
Okay, Brigit, slow down.
He’s given me so much shit about good hiding places for guns, there’s no way he’d leave it somewhere so obvious.
The opposite corner of the room calls my name.
The couches and coffee table look as if they haven’t been used in years, covered in dust, completely unwelcoming.
That’s where he would want me to hide one.
Removing all the cushions, I find my prize tucked into a hole meticulously cut into the base of the couch.
Well, it’s not a gun.
But a hefty, serrated steel knife is better than nothing.
Returning to the computer, I sit, keeping the weapon within arm's reach in case I need it.
Steele continues to rotate back and forth between frantically ripping the house apart and lifting his phone to his ear, sometimes with a few seconds of angry pacing.
After what feels like ages, Cormac and Skyler appear in the exterior camera.
They’re both dressed in all black, carrying different weapons as they stalk toward the house. There’s no denying Cormac looks far more comfortable with a knife in his hand than Skyler does, but they’re both terrifying in their own way. I almost think Skyler would probably have better luck with his bare hands than with a weapon.
Skyler walks up to the front door, but Cormac slinks off into the shadows to the side of the building, probably to get a bettervantage point. His leaving my line of sight makes terror bubble up in my stomach.
Skyler opens the door, walks inside, and disappears from that camera view, only to reappear on another as he slowly walks through the front entrance, crouching slightly and pausing to listen for something.
Movement on an upstairs cam draws my attention as Cormac appears at the window to his bedroom, sliding it open and landing lightly on the carpet just inside, stopping to do the same as Skyler.
And there’s Steele, tearing through the kitchen, leaving destruction in his wake.
Skyler gets his eyes on him first, and Cormac slowly stalks through the bedroom, moving like an apparition through the hallway, pausing at the top of the stairs.
Skyler calmly walks into the kitchen, waiting for Steele to notice him.
When he does, he places his hands on his hips, narrowing his eyes and stopping his search.
I wish I had audio.
Not knowing what they’re saying is driving me insane.
All I know is that Skyler is keeping the same attitude he always does. Nonchalant to the point of coming across completely arrogant, leaning against the wall and pretending like he wasn’t terrified, yelling at me to hide 20 minutes ago.
And Cormac is at the top of the stairs, waiting forsomething.
I don’t know what drives me to do it, but I shoot off a text to him, alerting him of their location.
