xxoh my blood once was my own
xxbut in one touch you made it yours
xxwhat have you done? what have you done?
xxoh my bones, rearrange them to fit your mould
He nodded again as Markus said that they were looking for anything that could give them an advantage, catching his eye as he did so. It seemed they had the same thought. They were looking for something to give them a head-start on the people chasing them, anything that would make the fight a little easier.
“Exactly. Any information we can get will be useful, but like Shadowfaux said, we’re especially looking for anything that could give us an advantage. Names, paper trails, bank details, anything. I think it’s best we stick together, though. The guards know we’re here, so I’d imagine they’re going to try ganging up on us. It’ll be easier if we can deal with them as a group. Offices we’re after are on the third floor. They look like normal offices but I’m willing to bet that some of those spreadsheets aren’t what they appear to be. If we get split up and things go south, head back to the apartment, we’ll meet back there. Let’s get moving.”
Lucian wished he could say he was surprised when they were greeted on the third floor by three guards, but he wasn't. They were all armed, guns pointed at the three of them. But they made the mistake of hesitating, and Luc telepathically pulled the gun from one of their hands and hurled it across the room. Luc swung for him with the knife, but the man intercepted, grabbing Luc’s arm hard enough for Luc to drop the knife. But the man wasn’t letting go, and swept a leg into Luc’s legs, knocking him to his knees. His arm twisted painfully behind his back, Lucian spotted the knife just outside of his reach. He lunged forward to grab it, pain bursting into his shoulder, and drove the knife into the man’s calf. The shock was enough for him to release Luc, and Luc pulled the knife free and went for the stomach instead. The man sank like a stone, and Luc clumsily got to his feet, wiping his knife down, glancing at Markus, then Erin. “Everyone okay?” He asked. The man had had enough of a grip on Lucian’s arm and had been holding him in such a way that when Luc had lunged for his knife, he was pretty sure he’d dislocated his shoulder. Not being able to use his arm wouldn’t be ideal, but they needed to keep going before more guards showed up. “After you,” he said, gesturing to the lift.