Book Four in the Tugsten Series.
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🥇 in theark 17/02/2020
🥇 in bellamy 20/05/2021
🥈 in sanctum 05/05/2020
#24 in bellamyblake 2/11/2019
#8 in engineering 02/02/2020
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"By the way, just a heads up, we let Shaidheda loose in the compound so if you see him feel encouraged to shoot him."
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When we return back to Bardo maze of corridors it's no longer Clarke I'm following. It's Wanheda. There's no remorse, no hesitation, and no compromise. Gunshot after gunshot takes down every Disciple in our path. Done so smoothly that I'm not sure it's not even registering for her that she's killing. I don't even need to take out a weapon because she's combing through everybody that comes after us. A killing machine. Stepping over bodies as they hit the floor, Clarke slams in another clip when we reach the stone room "Cover me."
Nodding I flip my daggers from their sheathes and step beside Octavia, Levitt stood smartly behind us. The door opening with a hiss I squint at the bright glowing orb. Shining pure white, I feel my heart picking up its pace. "He's entered the code", I mutter, hands dropping to my sides as I stare fearfully over the pulsating sheer mass "Cadogan's done it."
"Like hell, he has" Clarke vengefully snaps. Before I know it she's darted forwards and touched the mass of glowing white. Then, in the blink of an eye, Clarke's gone. Transported into the orb... I suppose.
"Do... do we follow her?"
Huffing, I answer Octavia with a frustrated "No. We have to hold the room and trust Clarke knows what the hell she is doing." With a flip of my daggers, I point to Octavia, backtracking "Actually... you're both going to hold this room. I'm going to go check on that army."
Grabbing my elbow, Octavia tugs me to a halt "You mean the army that's trained to kill us for a thousand years."
"The very same." Octavia unconvinced, I assertively hold my stance "If anything changes I'll run back."
"Promise?"
"I got your back", I fondly smile dances on my lips, sheathing my dagger to tuck some messy black strands behind her ear "No matter how big and scary you get." A smile falling on her lips, Octavia offers me an assured nod. That is all I need. Turning tail I blitz out of the room and pray Clarke doesn't screw up humanity's chance of survival. We fail this test we're calcified inside out. I don't plan on going out that way. It's got to be more epic than turning to a stupid mineral- and not even a good one at that.
