Chapter 35
The wall slides sideways. I run out of the heat trap, panting. Claire stands before a control panel that wasn't in the lounge's wall a minute ago. I wipe the sweat off my face.
"That was too close. Thanks for the help." I draw the two golden Lugers. "Check out these bad boys. They look cool, huh?"
Her face lights up. "Oh, I need those. Give them to me."
She sticks out her hand like a kid wanting candy.
"You've got to be kidding," I say. "I found them and I'm keeping 'em."
"Come on, Steve. I need them to unlock a door upstairs."
"I've never heard of a door that needs guns to open. Well, unless you count using them to blow it open."
Cocking an eyebrow, she frowns again. She's irritated. I finally got under the impenetrable Claire Redfield's skin.
"Alright, if you want them so bad, let's make a deal," I say. "I'll trade you for something fully automatic."
"I've got this." She holds up her handgun.
"Hm. I guess you'd better start looking, huh?" I say, laughing as I race out the door.
Claire's okay, I guess. Kind of clueless, yeah, but she did save my life just now. She didn't have to do that. Maybe I can return the favor sometime -