Chapter 36: Short Waves Radio And Gun Obtained!
"Guys! You made it!"
"Yeah," I smiled back. "You as well, it seems." I peered through the doorway, relief washing over me as I spotted Sydney, Cindy, and Jason huddled together but clearly unharmed.
"Yeah, come over quick," Christopher urged, his eyes darting nervously down the hallway behind us.
Elena and I slipped inside, and Christopher immediately slammed the door shut, the metallic click of the lock echoing in the silence.
"As expected of you, Ryan," Sydney said, though her casual tone couldn’t mask the relief flickering in her eyes. "You survived this mess with Elena and came out unscathed." She didn’t seem surprised to see me, but I caught the way her rigid posture relaxed slightly when she confirmed we were both alive.
"Yeah, it was difficult, but we made it through," I replied, my voice hoarser than I’d expected. "And that..." I paused, my attention caught by something unexpected. "Could it be?"
My gaze fixed on the device Cindy was carefully adjusting—a complex array of dials, switches, and meters that looked like it belonged in a museum rather than a high school office.
"Yeah," Cindy beamed at me, her face lighting up with a genuine smile. "It’s a short-wave radio, and it actually works."
"Really?" Elena asked, hope blooming in her voice as she stepped forward eagerly. Too eagerly, perhaps—she winced slightly, a barely perceptible catch in her breath as a tender ache between her legs.
Sydney’s eyebrows raised at Elena’s subtle grimace. "Are you okay?"
"Ah... yes. Don’t worry about it," Elena replied quickly, color rising in her cheeks as she avoided my gaze. I felt a corresponding flush of heat in my own face.
If they learnt that while they were fighting their life through from the rooftop to the Director’s floor I was fucking Elena in the floor below, they might have definitely fell speechless.