Chapter Twenty
Frost rolled to the side as two guards opened fire on him. He shot out waves of ice. Thick bands froze the guns to their hands. He jumped to his feet and sprinted down the hallway. Both men’s eyes widened as they saw him coming. They frantically fought to knock the frozen blocks from their hands.
He sliced through one man’s throat before turning to the other who had sunk to his knees in terror. The man covered his face with his arm and shrank back against the wall, crying. Frost ignored the man’s tears and roughly yanked him to his feet.
“Where is the woman?” he demanded.
“Which… which one?” the man stuttered.
Frost shook the man like a rag doll. “The scientist.”
“Doc... Doc Barker... is in... the control room,” the guard gasped. “Fourth floor. It’s on the fourth floor
