"If I go down in this elevator shaft, Elizabeth, I need you to shoot through my chest to hit whatever is on that roof."
James's voice was a flat, terrifying whisper in the pitch-black darkness, his massive frame shielding my entire body against the metal wall.
"Don't you dare say that!" I shrieked, my hands trembling violently as I raised my silver pistol toward the ceiling, the metallic screech above us growing louder by the second. "I am not shooting through you!"
"Listen to me!" James barked, his hot breath hitting my cheek as razor-sharp claws ripped open a three-foot gash in the steel roof directly above our heads. "The central strike team didn't send soldiers! They sent executioners!"
"Then we kill them together!" I screamed over the deafening sound of tearing iron, sparks cascad
