“Come on!” Tasso dragged Hendricks back, away from the columns. Hendricks shook his head, trying to clear it. Tasso led him rapidly away, her eyes intense and bright, watching for claws that had escaped the blast.
One David came out of the rolling clouds of flame. Tasso blasted it. No more appeared.
“But Klaus. What about him?” Hendricks stopped, standing unsteadily. “He—”
“Come on!”
They retreated, moving farther and farther away from the bunker. A few small claws followed them for a little while and then gave up, turning back and going off.
At last Tasso stopped. “We can stop here and get our breaths.”
Hendricks sat down on some heaps of debris. He wiped his neck, gasping. “We left Klaus back there.”
Tasso said nothing. She opened her gun, sliding a fresh round of blast cartridges into place.
Hendricks stared at her, dazed. “You left him back there on purpose.”