Deathstalker 04 - Deathstalker Honor

knife blade next to his throat. Gregor froze where he was. Evangeline leaned over him, breathing hard. She’d known the guard would confiscate anything she brought with her, whether it looked like a weapon or not, before letting her anywhere near Gregor. But she’d gambled they wouldn’t do a full invasive body search for fear of offending Gregor.
    Finlay had got her the monofilament knife. He hadn’t asked any questions. It seemed a perfectly normal thing to him that somebody would want such a useful weapon. Particularly now they were officially banned. Gregor whimpered with pain and shock as blood poured down his face and soaked his clothes.
    Evangeline smiled savagely. “Stay where you are, Gregor. You even try to get up or call out, and I’ll gut you.”
    She let go of him and backed cautiously away, ready to kill him if she had to, but all the fight had gone out of him. Evangeline grabbed one of the sheets from the bed and wrapped up Penny’s and Wax’s jars in it before slinging the improvised bag over her shoulders. She heard the two glass jars bang together,
    and hoped the glass was tougher than it looked. Unhooked from their speakers, the heads had no way of telling her what was happening to them. Evangeline moved quickly back to Gregor, and he shrank away from the knife buzzing in her hand. She grabbed him by one shoulder, her fingers sinking deep into the thick flesh, and set the blade next to his throat again.
    “All right, Gregor, we’re leaving now. All of us. Get up. Get up, or I swear I’ll kill you right here.”
    Gregor heard the iron in her voice and knew she meant it. He heaved his massive bulk onto its feet, moving very carefully so as not to even nudge against the flickering monofilament knife. Evangeline got him moving, and they headed slowly toward the door, the only way out of the Shreck’s private little torture chamber. It opened to Gregor’s voice, and in a moment they were out in the corridor.
    The guard outside the door turned sharply, caught unaware, and started to raise his gun. Gregor, under Evangeline’s urging, ordered the guard to drop his gun and back away. He did so, reluctantly, and gestured to the other guards in the corridor to lower their weapons and stay where they were. Gregor and Evangeline moved slowly down the corridor toward the elevator. Gregor was already out of breath and beginning to tire from the effort of carrying his great weight, but his fear of Evangeline kept him moving.
    They came to the elevator doors, and Gregor hit the call button. Evangeline was breathing hard herself now. She glared quickly about her at the watching guards. Guards or beetles or demons, they couldn’t stop her now, as long as she kept her nerve. The wait for the elevator seemed to last forever, but finally the doors opened, and she backed Gregor in, never taking her eyes off the guards. They disappeared behind the closing doors, and Evangeline hit the lobby button so hard she nearly broke it. The ride down seemed to last centuries. Gregor kept trying to talk to her, but she shut him up by moving the knife blade a little closer to his throat. By the time the elevator finally reached the lobby, blood was running freely from several cuts on Gregor’s neck. The elevator doors opened on a whole army of guards, their guns trained on the elevator. The guards on the penthouse floor had raised the alarm. Evangeline let them get a good look at their blood-soaked master, and the glowing blade at his throat, and then yelled at them to get the hell out of her way, or she’d start cutting chunks off Gregor till they did. Gregor immediately backed her up with a stream of hysterical orders. The guards lowered their guns and backed away, opening up an aisle between the elevator and the main entrance door on the other side of the lobby.
    Evangeline laughed harshly.
    “Do you think I’m stupid? Drop your guns on the floor, all of you, and back away from them.”
    The guards looked at Gregor and then reluctantly acquiesced. There was a loud clatter as over a hundred disrupters fell to the concrete floor of the lobby. The guards backed slowly away from them, opening up a much wider aisle. Evangeline glared suspiciously about her. There were probably still all kinds of hidden weapons, on the guards and maybe in the lobby walls, but as long as her knife was at Gregor’s throat, they wouldn’t dare try anything. She pushed Gregor out of the elevator and got him moving as fast as he could.