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“Carol, you know what to do,” Kiara said.

“I didn’t spend so much time in make-up labs for nothing.” With a wicked grin, Carol flicked her lighter, throwing it into the room. “This is for knocking me out, you devils.”

As the lighter hit the blue sludge on the floor, the substance ignited.

Blue flames licked the floor, swallowing the twitching figures. Their boots had stepped into the substance and drops of it had flicked onto their legs as they’d stomped inside the lab.

Now they burned.

The smell of molten metal and charred plastic filled the room.

Kiara covered her nose and mouth with her arm.

A thick layer of smoke devoured the lab. Kiara’s eyes stung, her vision blurring.

The bastards were now dark figures jolting in the flames.

“Carol,” Kiara said, apprehensively. “How long until the fire goes out?”

Carol coughed. “It should have by now.”

Shit.

The flames grew.

The smoke billowed.

The entrance was blocked with burning bodies.

Unless they got the flames under control, they would burn right alongside them.

“The ventilation system can help,” Darcy said between coughs.

“Turn it on!” Kiara yelled.

Dark spots began to cloud her vision.

“It’s a manual command and it’s on the other wall.”

Goddammit.

Kiara looked at the figures. They’d fallen to the ground, no longer moving. No more came in.

“Okay, let’s turn it on before we end up like them.” Kiara burst out of the office, closely followed by the rest of them.

Sticking to the perimeter of the lab, where Carol had mercifully not spilled whatever concoction she had made, they jumped over bodies and guns.

Kiara’s skin ached from the heat.

Her lungs fought to inhale any shred of oxygen that the fire hadn’t already gulped up.

“We’re close,” Darcy wheezed, wobbling as she ran.

Suddenly, a deep, searing pain erupted in Kiara’s shoulder. She screamed in agony.

Had she been shot?

Had the flames caught her?