A knife in my hand, I crawled over to the weeping willow at the other end of the hedge of briars and slowly got to my feet. Owen took cover behind another tree. Using the long, fluttering tendrils as a screen to hide me from sight, I peered around the tree trunk.
I spotted two giants in the semidarkness, both holding guns and standing about twenty feet away from us beyond the row of thorns. The male was tall and extremely skinny, with a shaved head that looked like a cue ball in the moonlight, while the woman was a bit shorter, with a plump body.
"Come on, Dave," the woman said again. "We need to get back so we can help load up the rest of the art."
"Sure, Cindy. We'll go back - in a minute."
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Dave laughed as he fired off a few more random shots.
"Will you stop that?" Cindy hissed. "It's creepy enough out here already without you acting like a jackass - "
A sharp crackle of static filled the air, and a second later, Opal's voice sounded. "Team one, what's your position? I thought I heard shots in the trees near the west exit."
Cindy raised her walkie-talkie to her lips. "It's nothing, Opal. Dave thought he saw something and fired off a few rounds, but it was just a rabbit. We're coming back inside now."
"Roger that," Opal replied.
Cindy clipped her walkie-talkie back to her belt and shot Dave another hot glare.
I put my finger to my lips, then made a circle and a slashing gesture with my knife at Owen. He nodded and held up his gun, telling me that he was ready to help.
Despite everything that had happened between us, Owen knew that we were in this together. Once we got off the island, well, we'd have to see where we stood. But for right now, we were together, and I was going to enjoy the solidarity while I could, even if I knew it was a result of circumstances, rather than of choice.
The tangle of briars wasn't quite so thick around this tree, so I was able to maneuver around the far side of the trunk past the row of thorns and circle around so that I was parallel with the two giants.
"Come on, Dave," Cindy said, a little more heat in her tone this time. "Let's go back."
"Fine," Dave muttered, holstering his gun. "I'm out of ammo anyway."
Out of ammo? What a shame. I smiled and headed toward my enemies. Maybe something was finally going to go right -
Cindy turned her head at exactly the right moment to see me step out from behind the trees.
"Dave!" she yelped. "Watch out!"
As always, I cursed fickle, fickle luck for messing with me yet again, but there was nothing I could do but follow through with my strike.
Thanks to Cindy's warning, Dave was able to sidestep my initial attack. The giant was quicker than I expected, and he grabbed hold of my arm and shoved me into the closest tree before stepping up and driving his fist into my kidneys.
I hissed from the impact, but I returned the favor by snapping my elbow back into his ribs as hard as I could. Dave took several steps back, which put him right in Owen's path. Owen crashed through the middle of the briars, raised his gun high, and smashed the weapon into the side of Dave's head. The giant grunted, reached out, and tackled Owen. The two of them fell to the ground, rolling back and forth in front of the thorns.
I whirled to face the other giant, but Cindy must have started moving away the second she saw me, because she was already fifteen feet away from my position. Cindy kept right on moving, even as she fumbled for her walkie-talkie. I started after her, but I'd only taken three steps when my boot snagged on one of the briars, making me pull up short. Even as I tried to yank free, I knew that I wouldn't be able to get to the giant in time. Helpless, I watched as Cindy raised the radio to her lips -
Pfft!
The walkie-talkie shattered into a dozen pieces.
Pfft! Pfft!
Two holes suddenly appeared in Cindy's throat. Her eyes widened in pain and surprise, but she dropped to the ground without making another sound.
Dave managed to throw Owen off him and scramble to his feet. He turned to shout or maybe run -
Pfft! Pfft!
Two holes appeared in his forehead, and he went down as well.
I finally pulled myself free from the branch and darted behind the closest tree, wondering what this new danger might be, but there was no need.
A second later, Bria stepped into sight, Xavier right behind her, each holding a gun at the ready. I let out a tense breath and walked out where she could see me.
"Hey there, baby sister," I drawled. "It's about time you got here."
* * *
We all stood there, listening, but the only sounds outside the museum were the wind rustling through the garden and Owen's raspy breathing. Wherever they were, the other giants hadn't heard the fight, which meant that we were safe for at least a few minutes.
Bria stalked over and hugged me tight. I returned her embrace, feeling a little bit of the worry ease from my body. Two against Clementine and the rest of her crew wasn't great odds. Four against all those giants wasn't much better, but it leveled the playing field a bit, especially given what I had in mind.
"Are you okay?" Bria whispered in my ear. "I was worried about you."
I pulled back. "I'm fine. Just a little bruised and bloody, but that's pretty much par for the course for me, isn't it?"
Bria's gaze swept over my body, taking in the tattered dress, the long, thin scratches on my hands, arms, and legs from crawling through the briars and bushes, the blood that coated me like some sort of macabre body art. She grimaced and shook her head, telling me exactly how battered and beat-up I looked. And that didn't even take into account all of the dull, throbbing aches in my body from where the giants had hit me tonight. But I was still alive, breathing, and upright, at least.
My eyes dropped to the gun in Bria's hand. "When did you get a silencer?"
"This?" she said, holding it up so I could see it better. "It was a present from Finn for our three-month anniversary."
"How romantic."
She grinned. "Well, at least it's useful, and it does last longer than flowers or a box of candy. I thought it might come in handy tonight. I know how you love to keep things quiet."
"That I do," I said, moving past her.
I went over to Owen and touched his arm, the one that wasn't injured. "Are you okay?"
He nodded, then winced as he gingerly probed a bruise that was already forming on his right cheek from where he'd been grappling with the giant. "I've been better, but I'll live."
I turned back to Bria. "Where's Jo-Jo?"
"She's on her way," Bria said. "She and Cooper were having dinner at Underwood's. She said it would take a while for them to get over here. She told me to come on, that you'd need me and Xavier before she could get here."