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Authors: Sydney Addae
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The air inside the bubble became heavy and dark. Within seconds, outlines of those who were not a part of their team became visible. One second they were standing, the next they lay writhing on the ground, holding their heads. The Alpha’s men who stood near her ran forward and secured them. Dr. Passen had provided tools to remove and lock collars. Moments later the men lay prone, fully visible.
The next moment they were wolves.
“Bastards would use my own against me,” La Patron murmured as he strode forward.
Frozen by equal measures of fear and determination, she watched as he stooped down to examine each wolf, touching a few and stroking others. Mentally she took a step back from the sight and focused. She needed to get inside the lab by any means necessary. Her one link to her past was hidden in the stone work of the janitor’s closet.
Last night when La Patron pulled her from the assignment, she wanted to scream. She’d worked so hard, given them as much information as she could, done everything within her power to return to this lab. To fulfill her vow to the Mistress she needed the contents of that box.
She sensed movement behind her and jumped, spinning in the air. More wolves trotted forward, their gazes locked on La Patron. Moving out of their way, she took a step backward, and then another, each time hoping no one noticed. Mikko was still out there, wounded no doubt, but healing at an accelerated rate as her kind often did. Soon he’d be up again and deadly as ever. She needed to get to him and remove the passkey that would allow her to enter the lab through the tree. Exhaling she sent a quick message to La Patron praying he was too distracted with the wolves to pay her much attention.
“There’s…a bount…bounty on your head.” He pulled his leg upright and she saw the gleam of metal covered in blood before the repair process began. Sweat beaded on his upper lip and forehead. His eyes were feverishly bright.
“Really? How much?” She held her hands up, wondering how much time she had before someone came after her.
He snorted and then wheezed. “Not… not worth this.” He coughed and spit bloody saliva. “What the…hell… did you do to… piss them off?”
She froze, not caring for that news. “What? Why?” She wanted to stamp her foot in frustration. Was this going to be her lot in life? Close like Moses had been in the bible, but not close enough to experience living free. Now she had no choice. She needed to get the information from the lab and seek out her past. La Patron would kill her slowly if any of those assassins came within a mile of his compound. And she knew Logan and Meary would never stop until they killed her. Those two held grudges like super glue.
“I don’t know why, I just asked you.” She glanced at his legs. With the exception of his pinkish and red skin, they appeared perfectly healthy and whole. He stretched one and then the other before standing slowly on the newly regenerated appendages.
“Who else is looking for me?”
“Logan, Meary and a few others. I was told to come here, didn’t know you’d be with La Patron. By the time I realized it was him, it was too late. He’d fired my ass.” He rotated his shoulder and then his neck without lowering or releasing the primp.
She sensed Tyrese nearby. “What are you doing here? Did they send you for La Patron?” She raised her voice, sounding irritated.
He frowned. “What?”
“What do they have in the lab? Who’s down there?” She hissed knowing Tyrese could hear every word.
“I don’t know who’s in the lab. It’s been –”
“You’re lying. How did they know we were coming? How many of you were in the woods? How long have you been here?”
“You really are a crazy bitch and should be put down like the dog you are. No wonder they want you dead or alive, you’ve flipped.” He raised the weapon and before she could blink, Tyrese slammed into him.
Tyrese jumped up, grabbed Mikko by the neck, lifted and shook him like a rag doll. Seconds later Tyrese’s fingernails lengthened into claws piercing Mikko’s neck. The look of surprise on his face would forever be embedded in her memory. He knew he had lost the fight and that there was no way to recover from the blood pouring from his neck. A ghost of a smile appeared on his face and she thought he looked peaceful. Tyrese bulked up, ripped Mikko’s head from his body and tossed it aside before looking in her direction.
Taking another step back, she eyed the weapon Mikko held and glanced at Tyrese. He was morphing back to his normal size, which was still much larger than her.
“You okay?”
She wanted to dance at the concern in his voice. “Yeah.” She picked up the palm sized device and showed it to him. “This is a primp. It’s modified…not a gun, but similar to a gun. One shot will stop a bull and the one behind him.”
Tyrese stepped closer and looked. “Really? That’s what he was pointing at you?” He looked at her. “I wondered why you were just standing there.”
“He was regenerating and was about to collect the bounty money on my head when you showed up. Good thing because I promised Mistress I would return to the compound when we’re done.” She looked at him with a wry smile. “Thanks.”
He nodded and stooped to look inside Mikko’s small backpack. She tried to see the contents from over his shoulder. “What’s this?” He held up a black pen that sent a thrill of excitement through her.
Once again, years of masking her true feelings served her well. “I’m not sure, let me see? A pen?” She said after flipping it over a couple of times deactivating the timer. She handed it to him and he waved it off while pulling out what looked like a calculator. After placing the pen in one of her pockets, she stared silently as he tapped on the calculator. It was new. But if Mikko had it, it was something she wanted to know more about.
“Maybe we should let Matt or Passen have a look at these things,” she said preferring the deadly items be put away for now.
He nodded, then put everything back into the bag and closed it. “Good idea.” They returned to the circle where La Patron held court. She was shocked at the number of wolves trying to get close to him. There had to be over thirty.
“Damn,” Tyrese said handing her the backpack. He waded through the wolves and stationed himself in front of La Patron. Tyrone and Leon followed suit and pretty soon the wolves appeared to be more organized. Without opening the bag she squeezed the supple leather searching for an oval stone. The newer assassins didn’t use the tree, but she and a few others still did.
The last thing she wanted to do was look into the face of wolves who had suffered alongside her for years. The guilt and impotent rage at not being able to help those much weaker had eaten at her until she built a wall so high she no longer saw or felt much of anything.
She moved toward the group of wolves and inhaled. None of them smelled familiar, but she had been gone for a while and that might be the reason. Still…there should be something familiar. Curious, she walked among them, soothing, touching and inhaling their scents.
“Leon?” she called him over.
“Yeah?” he said sidling closer.
“What do they smell like?”
Leon inhaled and frowned. “Something’s off.” He leaned forward and inhaled again. “Sir, there is something wrong with their smell.” He walked to their bundle of supplies and searched until he pulled out a metal box.
She stiffened when he returned with the bomb detector and ran it over each wolf. No one moved until he was done. When he turned toward La Patron with a grin she exhaled. Sending in this many wolves with bombs would have been overkill, not to mention it would be on every news station in the country.
“Glad it wasn’t that,” he said smiling. Tyrone slapped him upside the head. Everyone was nervous.
With each passing second, Asia tensed, expecting either an assassin to come at her back or lab security to come at them with additional force. Thankfully the shield was up again.
When two men from the Alpha’s team shifted and tried to lead the wolves toward the woods the wolves sat down around La Patron’s foot. Leon and the twins tried to get the wolves to move. But to no avail.
La Patron stood in the midst of the circle of wolves, with the twins at his side watching. The Pennsylvania Alpha and some of his men stood a short distance away talking. An uneasy feeling crept up her spine. Something was definitely wrong; security should have been here by now. She looked over her shoulder and wondered who was in the woods. Should she take her chances and leave with the excuse of scouting around. La Patron would never let her go alone, if at all. Just as she opened her link to ask what he wanted her to do, a loud clap filled the air. The ground fell from beneath her feet. Air whooshed beside her as she looked up toward the sky.
Her last sight was of La Patron and the twins in the air while everyone else fell below. So much for being a team.
The next moment they were wolves.
“Bastards would use my own against me,” La Patron murmured as he strode forward.
Frozen by equal measures of fear and determination, she watched as he stooped down to examine each wolf, touching a few and stroking others. Mentally she took a step back from the sight and focused. She needed to get inside the lab by any means necessary. Her one link to her past was hidden in the stone work of the janitor’s closet.
Last night when La Patron pulled her from the assignment, she wanted to scream. She’d worked so hard, given them as much information as she could, done everything within her power to return to this lab. To fulfill her vow to the Mistress she needed the contents of that box.
She sensed movement behind her and jumped, spinning in the air. More wolves trotted forward, their gazes locked on La Patron. Moving out of their way, she took a step backward, and then another, each time hoping no one noticed. Mikko was still out there, wounded no doubt, but healing at an accelerated rate as her kind often did. Soon he’d be up again and deadly as ever. She needed to get to him and remove the passkey that would allow her to enter the lab through the tree. Exhaling she sent a quick message to La Patron praying he was too distracted with the wolves to pay her much attention.
“Mikko is up, I’m going to take him out
.” She spun and took off in the direction of her former associate. Within a few feet she stopped. He had been closer than they realized and had taken a major hit from the fire.
“There’s…a bount…bounty on your head.” He pulled his leg upright and she saw the gleam of metal covered in blood before the repair process began. Sweat beaded on his upper lip and forehead. His eyes were feverishly bright.
“Really? How much?” She held her hands up, wondering how much time she had before someone came after her.
He snorted and then wheezed. “Not… not worth this.” He coughed and spit bloody saliva. “What the…hell… did you do to… piss them off?”
She stared at him in surprise. He was asking questions instead of shooting her or taking her in, which would save her time now that she thought about it. “I was captured during my last assignment dealing with La Patron and have been in a cell until yesterday. So
you
tell me what I did.”
She froze, not caring for that news. “What? Why?” She wanted to stamp her foot in frustration. Was this going to be her lot in life? Close like Moses had been in the bible, but not close enough to experience living free. Now she had no choice. She needed to get the information from the lab and seek out her past. La Patron would kill her slowly if any of those assassins came within a mile of his compound. And she knew Logan and Meary would never stop until they killed her. Those two held grudges like super glue.
“I don’t know why, I just asked you.” She glanced at his legs. With the exception of his pinkish and red skin, they appeared perfectly healthy and whole. He stretched one and then the other before standing slowly on the newly regenerated appendages.
“Who else is looking for me?”
“Logan, Meary and a few others. I was told to come here, didn’t know you’d be with La Patron. By the time I realized it was him, it was too late. He’d fired my ass.” He rotated his shoulder and then his neck without lowering or releasing the primp.
She sensed Tyrese nearby. “What are you doing here? Did they send you for La Patron?” She raised her voice, sounding irritated.
He frowned. “What?”
“What do they have in the lab? Who’s down there?” She hissed knowing Tyrese could hear every word.
“I don’t know who’s in the lab. It’s been –”
“You’re lying. How did they know we were coming? How many of you were in the woods? How long have you been here?”
“You really are a crazy bitch and should be put down like the dog you are. No wonder they want you dead or alive, you’ve flipped.” He raised the weapon and before she could blink, Tyrese slammed into him.
“Sir, Tyrese and Mikko are fighting.”
She took a step back edging toward Mikko’s small backpack.
“I thought you were going to take care of it
,” Silas said.
Unsure which way his mood swung, she opted for the truth, just in case he’d heard Mikko earlier. “
He drew a weapon that would stop a sixteen wheeler and told me there is a large bounty on my head, dead or alive.”
She went on to tell him everything else Mikko said for good measure. Now was not the time to have La Patron doubting her.
“Wait until they are done and return with Tyrese
.”
Tyrese jumped up, grabbed Mikko by the neck, lifted and shook him like a rag doll. Seconds later Tyrese’s fingernails lengthened into claws piercing Mikko’s neck. The look of surprise on his face would forever be embedded in her memory. He knew he had lost the fight and that there was no way to recover from the blood pouring from his neck. A ghost of a smile appeared on his face and she thought he looked peaceful. Tyrese bulked up, ripped Mikko’s head from his body and tossed it aside before looking in her direction.
Taking another step back, she eyed the weapon Mikko held and glanced at Tyrese. He was morphing back to his normal size, which was still much larger than her.
“You okay?”
She wanted to dance at the concern in his voice. “Yeah.” She picked up the palm sized device and showed it to him. “This is a primp. It’s modified…not a gun, but similar to a gun. One shot will stop a bull and the one behind him.”
Tyrese stepped closer and looked. “Really? That’s what he was pointing at you?” He looked at her. “I wondered why you were just standing there.”
“He was regenerating and was about to collect the bounty money on my head when you showed up. Good thing because I promised Mistress I would return to the compound when we’re done.” She looked at him with a wry smile. “Thanks.”
He nodded and stooped to look inside Mikko’s small backpack. She tried to see the contents from over his shoulder. “What’s this?” He held up a black pen that sent a thrill of excitement through her.
Once again, years of masking her true feelings served her well. “I’m not sure, let me see? A pen?” She said after flipping it over a couple of times deactivating the timer. She handed it to him and he waved it off while pulling out what looked like a calculator. After placing the pen in one of her pockets, she stared silently as he tapped on the calculator. It was new. But if Mikko had it, it was something she wanted to know more about.
“Maybe we should let Matt or Passen have a look at these things,” she said preferring the deadly items be put away for now.
He nodded, then put everything back into the bag and closed it. “Good idea.” They returned to the circle where La Patron held court. She was shocked at the number of wolves trying to get close to him. There had to be over thirty.
“Damn,” Tyrese said handing her the backpack. He waded through the wolves and stationed himself in front of La Patron. Tyrone and Leon followed suit and pretty soon the wolves appeared to be more organized. Without opening the bag she squeezed the supple leather searching for an oval stone. The newer assassins didn’t use the tree, but she and a few others still did.
“Sir, by now they know our entry points and are prepared
,” she said to see if he understood what was happening. They had released the wolves from below, or at least some of them. As stalling tactic went, it was a good one.
“I am aware of that. Do you have an alternative plan?”
he snapped. She sensed his frustration through their link.
“Not at the moment, Sir. Other than kicking in the front door, we need to rethink this.”
She paused.
“These wolves weren’t burned. I wonder where they came from. How far away? Also who was burned?”
The last thing she wanted to do was look into the face of wolves who had suffered alongside her for years. The guilt and impotent rage at not being able to help those much weaker had eaten at her until she built a wall so high she no longer saw or felt much of anything.
She moved toward the group of wolves and inhaled. None of them smelled familiar, but she had been gone for a while and that might be the reason. Still…there should be something familiar. Curious, she walked among them, soothing, touching and inhaling their scents.
“Leon?” she called him over.
“Yeah?” he said sidling closer.
“What do they smell like?”
Leon inhaled and frowned. “Something’s off.” He leaned forward and inhaled again. “Sir, there is something wrong with their smell.” He walked to their bundle of supplies and searched until he pulled out a metal box.
She stiffened when he returned with the bomb detector and ran it over each wolf. No one moved until he was done. When he turned toward La Patron with a grin she exhaled. Sending in this many wolves with bombs would have been overkill, not to mention it would be on every news station in the country.
“Glad it wasn’t that,” he said smiling. Tyrone slapped him upside the head. Everyone was nervous.
She turned toward Silas and spoke through their link. “
Sir, I am sorry, but there is something wrong with these wolves, they’ve done something to them. I would advise against you sending them with anyone. They should be taken up into the mountains and left there.”
With each passing second, Asia tensed, expecting either an assassin to come at her back or lab security to come at them with additional force. Thankfully the shield was up again.
When two men from the Alpha’s team shifted and tried to lead the wolves toward the woods the wolves sat down around La Patron’s foot. Leon and the twins tried to get the wolves to move. But to no avail.
La Patron stood in the midst of the circle of wolves, with the twins at his side watching. The Pennsylvania Alpha and some of his men stood a short distance away talking. An uneasy feeling crept up her spine. Something was definitely wrong; security should have been here by now. She looked over her shoulder and wondered who was in the woods. Should she take her chances and leave with the excuse of scouting around. La Patron would never let her go alone, if at all. Just as she opened her link to ask what he wanted her to do, a loud clap filled the air. The ground fell from beneath her feet. Air whooshed beside her as she looked up toward the sky.
Her last sight was of La Patron and the twins in the air while everyone else fell below. So much for being a team.
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