This time, Red knew, it would either leap the fence completely or tear at it until it gave way, for something, clearly, had pissed the thing off, whether it was the fact that they’d come too close to its den or something else entirely. Either way, the two men were clearly on the same page as they dropped the rest of the way to the ground and sprinted for the armory, which lay in a backroom of the infirmary—even as the smilodon collided with the fence and began to attack it mercilessly.
“Keep your eyes open,” Red shouted as he ran, adding, “Remember Charlotte’s transmission!”
Corbin ignored him as they entered the area where the service buildings stood and pushed on to the infirmary—where they were both surprised to find a locked door.
“Gardner! You in there?” Red pounded on the wood wit
