Page 12 of The Darkest Hour

What did it mean?

Was the person signaling to someone else?

I had to admit that the curiosity of the whistle fucking intrigued me.

This is going to be an interesting night, indeed.

Security and I reached the door to the hallway.

Three men jumped in front of me.

The first man opened the door and slipped through the empty doorway silent as a ghost. The other two rushed in later.

And then the door slammed closed and locked.

Hold up. What?

Someone had done it from the hallway.

I knew it couldn’t have been the security.

It was him?

“Oh wait. He’s right behind you!” I tried to open the door and warn them, but it remained shut.

Shots rang out from inside.

Damn it. They’re dead.

I shot the knob with my gun as more banging and booming came from the other side of the door.

The knob fell away.

Annoyed, I kicked the motherfucking door down.

Silence greeted me.

The lights were off.

Moonlight from the doorway displayed the gory view.

The rest of the guards and I entered the hallway.

Shit.

The first guard had died with a dagger in his throat. The handle dripped with blood and looked like a dragon or a huge lizard.

Had I had more time, I might’ve studied it.

The other guards lay on the ground.

One had his hand wrapped around his neck. His body jerked back and forth as blood spilled from his fingers.

“Up,” the poor guy gurgled.

Huh?

More blood bubbled out from his lips. “Up.”