I’m sitting on one of the benches, toying with five-pound dumbbells, when I hear his voice.
“Holy shit,” he’s saying. “This place is legit.”
I jump up, nearly dropping the weights on my foot. Kenji and Winston and Castle and Brendan and Ian and Alia and Lily are all walking through the extra door in the gun wall.
Kenji’s face lights up when he sees me.
I run forward and he catches me in his arms, hugs me tight before breaking away. “Well, I’ll be damned,” Kenji says. “He didn’t kill you. That’s a really good sign.”
I shove him a little. Suppress a grin.
I quickly say hi to everyone. I’m practically bouncing I’m so excited to have them here. But they’re all looking around in shock. Like they really thought Warner was leading them into a trap.
“There’s a locker room through here,” Warner is telling them. He points to the door beside the elevator. “There are plenty of showers and bathroom stalls and anything else you might need to keep from smelling like an animal. Towels, soap, laundry machines. All through here.”
I’m so focused on Warner I almost don’t notice Delalieu standing in the corner.
I stifle a gasp.
He’s standing quietly, hands clasped behind his back, watching closely as everyone listens to Warner talk. And not for the first time, I wonder who he really is. Why Warner seems to trust him so much.
“Your meals will be delivered to you three times a day,” Warner is saying. “If you don’t eat, or if you miss a meal and find yourself hungry, feel free to shed your tears in the shower. And then learn to set a schedule. Don’t bring your complaints to me.
“You already have your own weapons,” he goes on, “but, as you can see, this room is also fully stocked and—”
“Sweet,” Ian says. He looks a little too excited as he heads toward a set of rifles.
“If you touch any of my guns, I will break both of your hands,” Warner says to him.
Ian freezes in place.
“This wall is off-limits to you. All of you,” he says, looking around the room. “Everything else is available for your use. Do not damage any of my equipment. Leave things the way you found them. And if you do not shower on a regular basis, do not come within ten feet of me.”
Kenji snorts.
“I have other work to attend to,” Warner says. “I will return at nineteen hundred hours, at which time we can reconvene and begin our discussions. In the interim, take advantage of the opportunity to get situated. You may use the extra mats in the corner to sleep on. I hope for your sake you brought your own blankets.”
Alia’s bag slips out of her hands and thuds onto the floor. Everyone spins in her direction. She goes scarlet.
“Are there any questions?” Warner asks. “Yeah,” Kenji says. “Where’s the medicine?”
Warner nods to Delalieu, who’s still standing in the corner. “Give my lieutenant a detailed account of any injuries and illnesses. He will procure the necessary treatments.”
Kenji nods, and means it. He actually looks grateful. “Thank you,” he says.
Warner holds Kenji’s gaze for just a moment. “You’re welcome.” Kenji raises his eyebrows.
Even I’m surprised.
Warner looks at me then. He looks at me for just a split second before looking away. And then, without a word, he hits the button for the elevator.
Steps inside.
I watch the doors close behind him.
