“You light one of these on fire and it’ll blow up, throwing burning gas all over the place. Even better, when they go off the nails will shoot out in every direction as shrapnel. They should make a pretty good mess.”
“Well, shit,” Gert said, laughing. “I never took you for a pyro. You’re gonna blow down the main gate, huh? And then we just waltz right out of here. Or no—we can drive out, in one of the trucks. Jeez, Caxton, you’re pretty smart, huh?”
“I hope so. I hope I can make them work without killing both of us in the process.” She chose not to share what she really had in mind for her big unwieldy grenades. Gert might not understand what she truly hoped to achieve.
Caxton started loading the cans inside the cab of one of the big trucks. She was careful not to slosh them around too much— not because they might explode (it would take more than rough handling for that), but because she didn’t want to disturb the chewing-gum seals. They were the weak spot in her design. She thought there was a good chance that when the cans were set on fire, the burning gasoline would erupt upward and pop the lids right off the cans, rather than exploding outward and launching the nails. She would just have to hope for the best.
“Have you ever driven a truck?” Caxton asked Gert.
“Sure, no problem. Half my family had trucks,” her celly told her.
“That’s good. That’s a very good thing.” Caxton nodded and rubbed her hands on her jumpsuit. “Here’s what I want to do. You get in this one and get it ready to go. I’ll run up to the guard post and hit the control for the outer gate, then come and join you. We’re going to have to move fast. Once they figure out what we’re doing the half-deads will be all over us, regardless of what Malvern might want from me. You ready?”
Gert pulled herself up into the truck’s driver’s seat and cranked the engine until it was rumbling along well. Caxton threw her shotgun and her stun gun in through the passenger’s-side window, then jogged back to the guard post. She glanced up and saw that Malvern’s ultimatum was still running over and over on the monitor. She slapped the red button on the control panel and checked through the post’s window to make sure the gate was opening smoothly. When she saw it was, she reached for the post’s door.
Before her hand even found the knob the door burst inward. A half-dead barreled through it, its knife high and swinging downward to cut into her heart. Caxton shouted for Gert and half-jumped, half-fell backwards, colliding with the guard post’s chair. She stumbled and fell hard on her hip, one arm tucked uselessly beneath her.
It was a lousy defensive position. It was a great way to get killed, falling over herself like that.
The half-dead took a step closer to her, the knife held straight out in front of its body. Its torn face split in a wicked grin so wide that the muscles around its mouth bunched and split.
Caxton grabbed for the can of pepper spray in her bra. It felt suspiciously light in her hand and she realized she’d used it too many times. She couldn’t be guaranteed there’d be even one good spray left inside.
She rolled to her left as the knife came down at her, and sprayed anyway. The can sputtered out a thin mist of capsicum and then died on her. The half-dead didn’t even look annoyed.
Crap, she thought—she had put her best weapons in the truck, thinking she was safe from attack inside the loading bay. This half-dead must have been waiting just outside the outer gate, waiting for its big chance. She should have been smart enough to check outside the gate before she’d hit the red button. She should have done a lot of things smarter, she thought, as she rolled away from another blow.