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The pair of you held your breath, backs pressed firmly together and guns clenched at the ready. Both of you stared unblinkingly at the ceiling. The creature made horrible, wet noises as it moved with a gecko’s lack of respect for gravity. Its skinless body shone wetly in the dim light of the bullshit warehouse the pair of you were sent to.
You wanted to call Hunnigan and scream all the obscenities you were biting back. There was no doubt that Leon felt the same when you spared a glance over your shoulder and saw the death grip he had on his lightning hawk.
Instead, you gently nudged him with your shoulder. When your husband’s blue eyes met yours, you pointed at the green light above a door across the way.
It wasn’t until that heavy door softly clicked closed behind you both that you finally exhaled, breaking the silence.
“Let’s get the hell out of here before he decides to grow eyes,” Leon advised, voice still low.
“Oh, don’t put that in the air.”
His answering chuckle warmed your heart despite the lance of fear that was still speared through it.