Seven
‘I’ll kill her if you come any closer,’ said Jackson, risking a quick glance behind him. The grate covered half the opening. Not off far enough for them to make it through without exposing their backs to the patrol. He could take a number of hits and still keep going. But one hit and the woman would be down for the count, dead weight.
‘Stand down.’ Lieutenant Anderson lowered his stun gun and his patrol did the same.
‘You can’t kill me,’ said his charge.
‘They don’t know that. All they see is a human about to have her throat ripped out by a freak. They’re wardens; they can’t risk you getting hurt.’
‘You can’t hurt me, and they don’t want to. You’re the only one in danger here.’
Jackson went rigid. She could sell him out in an instant.
‘Miss,’ Anderson called out, his deep bari
