After taking a moment to let a feeling of hope seep into the room, we sprang into action.
“Sylnie, Jaelin.” I said, abruptly breaking the awed silence. “Can you two get me a box or something, go to the armory, and grab some more blades?”
“How many do you need?” Sylnie asked.
“A shit ton,” Gus murmured.
“I don’t know,” I said. “Get me a couple hundred.” Jaelin nodded curtly and departed with Sylnie in tow.
“Gus, Torvin,” I ordered, “Talk to Winston and find that nurse I stabbed last time and that guy that murdered his family.”
Torvin looked unsure, but Gus gripped his arm and steered him toward the door. “Will do, Boss-Man,” he assured me.
“Great,” I said to an empty room as the door closed behind them. “Now it gets fun.”