Necropolis 3 Read Free Page B

he'd broken out of custody and set everything into motion.
    He turned around and saw that Kyra had shed her own clothing. She caught his eyes with hers and smirked.
    “ Not tired of me yet?” She joined him beneath the shower.
    “ Not by a long shot. Don't know if I ever will.”
    Kyra frowned. “Don't be the hopeless romantic guy who promises everlasting love and that he'll never get tired of seeing his girlfriend naked.”
    “You already had someone promise you that?”
    “ Yes. It's never true. Ever. You will always get tired of your lover. Whether or not you stay with them is a matter of mutual love, respect, and complacency. Relationships last because people are lazy and it's hard to break up with someone, even if you don't love them anymore.”
    “ You've really had some shitty relationships, haven't you?”
    “ I...yes. Now let's not miss this opportunity to make out in a shower.”
    She grabbed him and kissed him. He kissed her back, running his hands across her warm, smooth, wet body.
    He almost, almost , forgot that he had a metal hand.
    Kyra never mentioned or reacted to it.
    When they were finished, they killed the shower and toweled off. When he was dry, Greg allowed Kyra to look him over, then begin cleaning and bandaging his wounds. She was at it for quite a while.
    “ Goddamn, Greg,” she muttered as she finished. “You sure do get into a lot of trouble.”
    “ Guess so,” Greg murmured. “Your turn?”
    “ Almost. Hold still.” She turned and grabbed a hypo.
    “ What's that?”
    “ General anti-viral/antibiotic, to boost your system, and keep you from getting sick.”
    She stuck him with the hypo and injected him. She turned and grabbed a second hypo, then hesitated.
    “And that one?” he asked.
    “ Stimulant. I've been debating about whether or not we should take these. We're not going to get a chance to sleep, presumably, for the next forty-eight hours. And it's not like we've had the most restful past few weeks. We can't keep going on like this without some kind of boost.”
    “ So what's the downside?” Greg asked.
    “ Too many of these things put a strain on your heart,” Kyra replied.
    Greg considered it, staring at the hypo for a long moment, and then suddenly shrugged. “Whatever, it doesn't matter. If we don't survive this, we won't have hearts.”
    “Good point.” She injected him.
    He wasn't as proficient as her, but Greg spent the next five minutes going over Kyra's body and helping to clean and bandage her wounds. The only problem was he kept getting distracted. When he finally finished up, capping it off with a pair of injections for her, the two of them got dressed. They emerged from their stall dressed, awake, and aware. They met up with Campbell and headed back out to the main hangar.
    “Think we have time to eat?” Greg asked.
    “ We'd better. I'm not going anywhere until I get some food in me,” Campbell replied.
    “ Fair point,” Kyra replied.
    They hurried over to the makeshift cafeteria and found that someone had been kind enough to put together an actual serving-tray line with what appeared to be real food and not just freeze-dried military rations. Greg managed to snag a steak and a heap of mashed potatoes and dark gravy, as well as a few cans of Vex. He was glad the drink was so popular. Once they'd put together their plates, the trio found a foldout table, sat down on crates that served as chairs and dug in. For several moments, there was nothing but the sound of eating.
    Greg had intended for there to be at least something like a conversation, but by the time he finished and glanced up from his empty plate, he realized that Lynch was standing at the end of their table, grinning at them.
    “ Glad to see you’re showered and fed. Time's up. Wipe your mouths and come with me.”
    Greg suppressed a sigh and abandoned his plate. Kyra and Campbell followed him as he trailed after Lynch, who led them towards what appeared to be an armory. There were more