Page 227 of Nemesync
With a determined nod and a smile, I disappeared into the canalization, hoping everything would go smoothly.
You can do it, Zee. Of course, you can.
Don’t listen to the voice inside your head; listen to what Elijah and Niko told you.
Brian’s voice echoed in my ear, “Let’s the party begin.”
Was it hard? Yes, but I maneuvered through the small passageways, even though my body wanted to give up from the constriction. Brian guided me through the labyrinth, and my movements were swift and calculated, just like the boys taught me.
“You’re almost there, Zanae. Just a few more steps.”
“I think I’m going to throw up; the scent in here is awful.”
Her laughter resonated through my earpiece. “I know. Be strong, tell yourself that you’re almost there.”
“Fuck, it stinks so much.” I emerged from the canalization hole after deactivating the first alarm.
And then I heard it, someone was coming.
Tap, tap, tap.
The sounds of steps became more audible.
Fuck, a guard approached from behind.
I stayed silent, trusting, for once, my instincts.
You can do this, Zanae, you can do this. Focus on this damn system.
Just as the guard closed in, I received the signal to disable the alarms. “Now, Zanae, deactivate them all!”
My hands have never been so steady in my life. Usually, the trembling is constant, except when I shoot. In a few seconds, I accessed the control panel and stopped the alarms by cutting a wire. “Done.”
That’s it, perfect.
But the guard came closer, I could hear the faintest sound his boots made.
“There’s someone behind you, Zanae,” Brian whispered.
I turned abruptly and faced him as his eyes widened at the sight of me here. And without delay, I land a blow to his jaw so hard that he falls to the ground, unconscious immediately after.
Brian, relieved, couldn’t help but laugh, “Fuck, Zanae, I heard a punch; I thought he got you. You did so well.”
“I’m good, I heard him; he’s going to wake up with a big headache.”
She chuckled, while I just went to open the gates.
It was time to let the guys in.
The group made their entrance, the team led by Elijah and Nikolai looking lethal. Lévi, my assigned bodyguard every time I went out, and another one in the back, a Zennite that I never saw followed closely behind. When I met the familiar eyes of Elijah, relief and satisfaction passed between us.
“I did it,” I murmured, and he mouthed, “You did it, Zanae.”
He couldn’t resist the impulse to hold me close, a fleeting tender kiss, that’s all I needed to feel proud of the work I accomplished. “I’m proud of you,” he whispered against my ear.
“Good job, Little Z. You never fail to impress my little fragile heart.”
I looked up at Niko and smiled when I caught him making a heart with his hands.
