KiKi rolled over, stretched, and bit Lexi in the calf.
“Time to go,” she said, shoving Miles off the bed. “We have guests.”
Miles pulled on his clothes and shoved the gun Lexi handed him in the back of his jeans.
“Do you know how to use that?” she asked. “I don’t want you to shoot off anything important.”
“You aim and pull the trigger, right?” he laughed. “Yes, I know who to use it.”
“Blades?” she asked, arming herself.
“KiKi, are you ready?” asked Lexi, bending down to kiss her between her ears. KiKi hissed and lashed out with her claws. “She’s good to go. So, when I open the door, if you can stop time for a few seconds, that would be helpful. I can clear out the hallway and then we can hit the street and kill whoever’s waiting for us down there.”
“I can do a few seconds,” he stammered. “Do it fast.”
“No worries. KiKi, you go low. Miles, you zap them. On the count of three.” Lexi held up her hand and held up one finger, then another and when she got to the third one, she pulled open the door and leapt into the air.
Miles stopped time for about three seconds but that was all the time Lexi needed. She stabbed, shot and beheaded thirty Leaders and about twenty Watchers, then turned to Miles and smiled. She wiped the gore off her blades on the clothes of the nearest dead guy and said, “You told me you could stop time for five minutes.”
“Sure, when I’m by myself,” he muttered. “It’s different when I’m fighting. My concentration kind of wavers.”
“You might have mentioned that a little sooner.”
“Sorry. You did great though and KiKi is amazing. She goes for the hamstrings and rips off their faces. I never saw a cat fight the way she does.” KiKi rubbed against his legs and he bent down to pet her.
Lexi grabbed his arm. “Don’t,” she said. “She’s hyper and wants to fight. When she’s like this, sometimes she doesn’t care who her next victim is. Besides there are a lot of bad guys in the street. Actually, they’re surrounding the hotel. I can feel them, so can she.”
“Maybe we should go to the roof.”
“What will we do there?” asked Lexi.
“Look at the view?” he said. “Maybe I can fly us out of here.”
“Both of us? she asked, looking at KiKi.”
“They’ll just follow us.”
“They’ll have to find us.”
“Okay, priorities,” said Lexi. “Stay alive, kill the bad guys, find a way to let humans die and make a plan.”
“Seriously?” she said. “You ate a thousand dollars worth of room service.”
“That thousand was just for the bottle of pop and a bag of nuts,” he laughed.
“I’m glad you still have your sense of humor,” she snorted. “And they always find us….”
“Go back in the room and take off all your clothes.”
“Way better than going downstairs,” he said, tearing off his shirt.
Once undressed, Lexi ran her hands over every inch of his body. Then she pulled a small black jeweler’s glass out of her bag and did it again, this time, pressing the glass against his skin. “There it is,” she said, tapping the back of his right thigh. There’s a tracking device implanted right here,” she muttered, digging her nails into his leg. He yelped and jumped away from her, leaving her with bloody fingers and a tiny silver chip. “Can’t believe I didn’t think of this in the beginning. You’re very distracting, you know.”
“OW!” he said, hands on his hips.
“Don’t be such a baby. Even if my hands are dirty, you’re Death, it’s not like you’ll get sick or anything.”
“Fine, but you could have told me what you were going to do.”
“I’m going to fight this time.”
“You were having so much fun, I thought I would let you have as many as you wanted but I want a piece of the action.”
“Have at it,” she said, watching the wound on his leg close. “Maybe you should put your clothes on, because we really don’t have any time to….”
KiKi clawed Miles on the knee.
“Right,” he said, pushing the cat away as gently as he possibly could. “Let’s do this.”