Page 109 of Green Ravens

“It’s the scientists,” Valor snarled. “And the asshole AD.”

“Don’t kill us, please. We’re hostages,” Dr. O’Reilley said, her eyelids shut tight as if she didn’t want to look death in the eye.

“Neutralize the threat.” Jo’s voice was firm.

It took a fraction of a second for Zorion to release a bow into the assistant director’s bicep, causing him to drop his firearm.

He fell to his knees with an agonizing scream, his eyes wide at the arrow that’d gone clean through his arm.

“Threat neutralized,” Zorion deadpanned, feeling no remorse.

“Good,” Jo answered. “Have the disciples get the scientists to the garage. I’ll have transports waiting.”

One disciple nodded that he’d stay with Valor and Zorion while instructing the other to go with the hostages.

Dr. O’Reilley opened her eyes wide, lips trembling.

“Valor.” She blinked, staring at his partner’s low hood. “Valor, is that you and…and Zorion?”

Zorion never lowered his bow.

“Oh my god, I thought you two were dead.”

“Take them to the transports,” Valor said, his voice rough.

Zorion wanted to go to him and wrap his arms around him, but he refrained. Omega taught him to never let his emotions get in the way of accomplishing his task. Their love would be there after the battle was won.

“Valor,” Dr. O’Reilley started before she could be rushed away, “there’s a family in a secured level. They’re alive. I can’t get into White Sector 30.”

Zorion’s eyes widened as Valor stormed forward and yanked the AD to his feet by his collar. He didn’t care about his screams or the tears that streamed from his reddened eyes.

“The secured level, where is it, and how do I get there?” Valor barked in his face. “Is that where Zelmir’s family is?”

The AD cried harder.

“Talk! Right now!” Valor gripped the arrow in the AD’s arm and rotated it. “Or I swear on my life, the next arrow is going in your goddamn chest!”

The AD paled before he murmured with spit and tears leaking onto his white collared shirt. “There’s…there’s a private elevator that will take you there. Behind the director’s office.”

Valor jerked him forward none-too-gently. “Take us now!”

“I can’t walk…the pain is too much,” the AD groveled, his knees buckling.

Valor yanked him up again. “Imagine having to walk with an arrow in your thigh.”

Zorion took aim and the AD screamed, “No!” so loud it rang in his ears.

“Then move your fuckin’ ass,” Valor growled.

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Zorion

The assistant director stumbled up the stairwell, blood trailing behind him in a vibrant ribbon on the concrete steps. He grunted with each step, cradling the arm that was punctured by a flesh-tearing arrow that jutted out like a grotesque flag.

The AD struggled to climb the stairs, and Valor watched with no sympathy in his brilliant eyes.

Zorion followed quietly, his bow aimed at the AD’s back, wanting badly to put an arrow through his heart.

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