Free The Gauntlet Assassin by LJ Sellers Page B

long had she been in here? It seemed like hours. Lara no longer cared what her expression looked like to the viewers. This was torture and they might as well know it. Lara used her anxiety to get back on her knees and push harder.
    Her forearms, knees, and neck screamed with pain. Had the designers realized the tunnels would hurt this much? She’d known from watching the first two Gauntlets that some challenges and one-on-one battles could be painful at times, but she hadn’t expected this.
    Finally, a dim light appeared in the tunnel ahead. Yes! The opening looked about thirty feet away. Lara kept her pace, chest heaving with relief. Moments later, she blinked from the brightness of the lights as she stuck her head out of the tunnel. The drop to the floor was only two feet down, so Lara leapt out like a heavy cat, landing on her hands and knees. She grunted from the blow and struggled to her feet.
    Her opponent was nowhere in sight. Lara charged for the elevator-style door built into the dividing wall fifteen feet away. It opened as she neared, then suddenly slammed shut just as she reached it. What the hell? Were the viewers punishing her or was this engineered into the design? She looked around for a control mechanism and saw nothing—no hooks, no buttons, no secret panels.
    Anxiety mounting, Lara glanced over her shoulder to see if Kirsten was exiting behind her. There was only a single opening on this end. Yes! Kirsten had to have encountered a dead end. Or possibly the other route had joined the main path somewhere and her opponent was already in the third arena. Either way, Lara needed to get through the door and fight her way through one more section of the Challenge.
    She tapped the wall around the door, hoping to trigger a response. Nothing. Desperate, she ran back to the wall where she’d crawled out of the tunnel, then turned and charged for the door again. As she hit the same spot on the floor, the pocket door zipped open. Lara dove through, tucking and rolling to minimize the impact. The door slammed shut behind her.
    She sat for a moment, taking in the new arena and catching her breath. Kirsten was nowhere to be seen, but the realization gave her little comfort. The arena contained another pit of water. This one was smaller and featured a massive wall across the middle that rose ten feet out of the blackness. Too high to go over, the competitors would have to go through it. Lara’s gut tightened at the thought of swimming through an underwater tunnel. Sadistic! She’d trained in the pool at the Y and even done some ocean swimming, but she was no Navy SEAL.
    Pushing to her feet, Lara appreciated her poly-blend bodysuit and water-sport Keens. She hustled to the edge of the fake-concrete pit and dove in. The chill of the water stunned her and she lost her focus for a moment. As she surfaced, a giant wave sent her tumbling back to the edge. The waterline, a foot below the surrounding floor, gave her nothing to cling to. Another wave slammed her into the pit wall. Hell! How was she supposed to cross this turbulence?
    Lara heard the door slide open and turned to see Kirsten run through. Damn . She’d lost her lead and suspected the viewers had penalized her for being out front.
    Lara pushed off the wall with both feet, swimming with an aggressive overhand crawl. No waves came at her and she made good time getting to the obstruction in the middle. She sucked in a deep breath and dove under water, looking for a tunnel to swim through. The dark water against the dark gray wall made it difficult to see and she had no idea how deep the pit was. Holding her breath, she swam back and forth along the middle of the obstruction, finding no opening. Her lungs started to burn and she felt lightheaded, so she swam hard toward the light above. She burst through the surface and gulped in air. It would take forever to search the entire wall, Lara realized. The discouraging thought affected her body and she felt the first sign