A little unedited levity in otherwise dire circumstances:
Austin smiled. “We need a bed.” Shit. That’s not right. “A room.” Not much better.
Eli scowled and smacked a door with his fist. “How are we going to get in?” The keycard locks proved resistant to his attempts to pick them.
“We need to find a master key.” Jack glanced back toward the stairwell.
Austin still hadn’t recovered from their trek. “We’re not going back down to the lobby.”
“Maybe housekeeping has one.” Jack strode down the hall to an abandoned cart.
“If you had your guns, you could shoot the lock open.” Indie mimicked the action with her fingers.
Cody snickered and Austin corrected her. “Weapon, not gun.”
“What’s the difference?”
“A weapon is for shooting, a gun is for fun.” Cody chanted the manta that had been drilled into each soldier’s head from day one.
“A gun is for…?” Comprehension apparently dawned as Indie rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Men and their penises.”
In Her Company - Death's Relentless Dance, Book 1. Coming soon(er) or later.