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Burnt Offerings :: Гамильтон Лорел
Страница: 242 из 286Wren finally threw the body across one shoulder and Tucker started squirming the legs into the bag. The vampire lay utterly limp across Wren's back. Her long hair trailed into the water, turning black as it absorbed the water. When they slid her the last bit into the bag, I got a glimpse of her death-pale face, strands of wet hair clinging to it, like a drowning victim.
Tucker zipped the bag and said, "There's water in the bag. I don't know how to avoid it."
Wren got the body as balanced as he could and started for the stairs. "This is going to take a long time with just two of us carrying," he said.
Fulton's voice came over the radios. "We've got two more suits, Ms. Blake. Is it safe to send more men down?"
"Speaking as one of the sacrificial lambs," I said, "yeah. Why should we have all the fun?"
Wren got to the stairs and started climbing up, one hand on the banister. He tried to do the little stomping routine like we did on the way down and nearly fell back into the water. "I'm just going up the stairs. If they collapse, try not to leave me buried until my air runs out."
"Do our best," I said.
"Thanks," he said, sarcasm traveling just fine over the mikes.
Tucker had isolated one of the other coffins. Reynolds slogged over to steady it while Tucker got the lid. She didn't have enough height to swing it back nicely like Wren had. She just shoved. The lid fell back smacking the other coffin with a loud, echoing thunk. The sound made the tips of my fingers tingle.
"Shit," Reynolds breathed.
"Everything okay?" Fulton asked.
"Yeah," I said, "just a little case of nerves."
"You okay down there, Tucker?" he asked.
"It was me," Reynolds said. "Sorry."
The second vamp was male with short brown hair and a sprinkling of freckles still clinging to his white skin. He was over six foot. He was going to be even harder to bag.
Tucker came up with the idea of dragging the coffin to the stairs and using the stairs to help leverage the body. Sounded good to me. The bottom of the stairs wasn't in sunlight, so the vamp shouldn't mind.
Reynolds and Tucker had dragged the coffin to the foot of the stairs by the time Wren came back down. He laid an unzipped bag over the length of the body. "If Reynolds and Tucker steady the coffin, I think I can just roll him into the bag."
"Sounds like a plan to me," Tucker said. She stepped lower in the water.
Reynolds looked to me, and I said, "Sure.
Tucker zipped the bag and said, "There's water in the bag. I don't know how to avoid it."
Wren got the body as balanced as he could and started for the stairs. "This is going to take a long time with just two of us carrying," he said.
Fulton's voice came over the radios. "We've got two more suits, Ms. Blake. Is it safe to send more men down?"
"Speaking as one of the sacrificial lambs," I said, "yeah. Why should we have all the fun?"
Wren got to the stairs and started climbing up, one hand on the banister. He tried to do the little stomping routine like we did on the way down and nearly fell back into the water. "I'm just going up the stairs. If they collapse, try not to leave me buried until my air runs out."
"Do our best," I said.
"Thanks," he said, sarcasm traveling just fine over the mikes.
Tucker had isolated one of the other coffins. Reynolds slogged over to steady it while Tucker got the lid. She didn't have enough height to swing it back nicely like Wren had. She just shoved. The lid fell back smacking the other coffin with a loud, echoing thunk. The sound made the tips of my fingers tingle.
"Shit," Reynolds breathed.
"Everything okay?" Fulton asked.
"Yeah," I said, "just a little case of nerves."
"You okay down there, Tucker?" he asked.
"It was me," Reynolds said. "Sorry."
The second vamp was male with short brown hair and a sprinkling of freckles still clinging to his white skin. He was over six foot. He was going to be even harder to bag.
Tucker came up with the idea of dragging the coffin to the stairs and using the stairs to help leverage the body. Sounded good to me. The bottom of the stairs wasn't in sunlight, so the vamp shouldn't mind.
Reynolds and Tucker had dragged the coffin to the foot of the stairs by the time Wren came back down. He laid an unzipped bag over the length of the body. "If Reynolds and Tucker steady the coffin, I think I can just roll him into the bag."
"Sounds like a plan to me," Tucker said. She stepped lower in the water.
Reynolds looked to me, and I said, "Sure.