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toward the side of the fence where he’d left the gate unlocked. Then, pausing long enough for her to catch up, he led her toward the back of the building.
“Are you going to tell me what the plan is?” She kept her voice pitched low enough only a Pantera could hear her words.
He paused at the corner of the building, carefully scanning their surroundings. “I’m assuming Locke has a new facility somewhere on Barksdale.”
Once certain they were alone, Michel headed directly toward the van that had been left by Locke’s guards.
“So why are we here?” she demanded, grimacing as she tripped over a crack in the pavement.
Unlike Michel, she didn’t have the smooth grace of a puma.
She was more in the drunken-sailor category.
“It would take too long to search the entire base, not to mention we risk alerting Locke to the fact we know he’s there,” he said, surprisingly rounding the van to the back. “The last thing we want is to have him disappear again.”
Chelsea frowned, confused about why they were skulking in the parking lot. “I doubt he’ll return to this building.”
“Which is why I intend to be delivered to his new lab,” he murmured, sending her a rare smile as he opened the back of the van and waved her inside.
Her brows lifted. “You want to hide in the van?”
“The driver is supposed to arrive at the lab at exactly eight a.m.”
She glanced into the back of the van that was filled with crates that she assumed were empty. There was no way Michel had left any research files in the hands of his enemy.
“You’re sure it’s going to Locke?” she demanded.
“We’re about to find out.”
Without giving her time to protest, he spanned her waist with his hands and hoisted up so she could crawl between the crates. She wiggled between the wooden boxes, her breath catching as Michel crouched beside her, his body angled to make sure no one could get to her without going through him first.
Chelsea shivered, a dangerous sensation piercing her heart.
Just a few days before, he would have been watching her with a suspicious gaze, waiting for her to betray him. Or more likely, he would have had her tied and gagged in the safe house.
Now his first thought was to protect her from the uniformed man who was opening the van door and sliding behind the steering wheel.
Could she offer him the same trust?
The answer came without hesitation.
Yes.
Feeling oddly euphoric, she leaned against his welcoming warmth. She wasn’t entirely certain what had just changed deep inside her, but it felt…epic.
In silence they traveled the short distance to Barksdale, coming to a stop as they reached the security checkpoint. There was a low conversation between the driver and one of the guards before they were driving through the gate and down a rough access road to a distant part of the base.
Chelsea grabbed one of the crates as it bounced backward, threatening to squash them. At the same time, Michel was pushing a small gun into her other hand. She sent him a frown before she realized the van was pulling to a halt.
With blinding speed, Michel was lunging forward, knocking out the driver the second he turned off the motor.
Chelsea glanced out the window, catching sight of the distant wetlands before she turned her attention to the rows of small hills that dotted the area around the van.
No, not hills, she silently corrected as a steel door opened in the center of the closest mound and three armed guards stepped out. They were bunkers built by the military to store weapons.
“Stay here,” Michel muttered, moving to shove open the back doors of the van.
Instantly Chelsea reached out to grab his arm. “Michel, no,” she protested, fear twisting her stomach. “There are too many of them.”
A feral smile curved his lips as he gently tugged free of her grasp and leaped out of the van.
Unprepared, the guards took a full second to react to the attack. A second that gave Michel that time to smash his
“Are you going to tell me what the plan is?” She kept her voice pitched low enough only a Pantera could hear her words.
He paused at the corner of the building, carefully scanning their surroundings. “I’m assuming Locke has a new facility somewhere on Barksdale.”
Once certain they were alone, Michel headed directly toward the van that had been left by Locke’s guards.
“So why are we here?” she demanded, grimacing as she tripped over a crack in the pavement.
Unlike Michel, she didn’t have the smooth grace of a puma.
She was more in the drunken-sailor category.
“It would take too long to search the entire base, not to mention we risk alerting Locke to the fact we know he’s there,” he said, surprisingly rounding the van to the back. “The last thing we want is to have him disappear again.”
Chelsea frowned, confused about why they were skulking in the parking lot. “I doubt he’ll return to this building.”
“Which is why I intend to be delivered to his new lab,” he murmured, sending her a rare smile as he opened the back of the van and waved her inside.
Her brows lifted. “You want to hide in the van?”
“The driver is supposed to arrive at the lab at exactly eight a.m.”
She glanced into the back of the van that was filled with crates that she assumed were empty. There was no way Michel had left any research files in the hands of his enemy.
“You’re sure it’s going to Locke?” she demanded.
“We’re about to find out.”
Without giving her time to protest, he spanned her waist with his hands and hoisted up so she could crawl between the crates. She wiggled between the wooden boxes, her breath catching as Michel crouched beside her, his body angled to make sure no one could get to her without going through him first.
Chelsea shivered, a dangerous sensation piercing her heart.
Just a few days before, he would have been watching her with a suspicious gaze, waiting for her to betray him. Or more likely, he would have had her tied and gagged in the safe house.
Now his first thought was to protect her from the uniformed man who was opening the van door and sliding behind the steering wheel.
Could she offer him the same trust?
The answer came without hesitation.
Yes.
Feeling oddly euphoric, she leaned against his welcoming warmth. She wasn’t entirely certain what had just changed deep inside her, but it felt…epic.
In silence they traveled the short distance to Barksdale, coming to a stop as they reached the security checkpoint. There was a low conversation between the driver and one of the guards before they were driving through the gate and down a rough access road to a distant part of the base.
Chelsea grabbed one of the crates as it bounced backward, threatening to squash them. At the same time, Michel was pushing a small gun into her other hand. She sent him a frown before she realized the van was pulling to a halt.
With blinding speed, Michel was lunging forward, knocking out the driver the second he turned off the motor.
Chelsea glanced out the window, catching sight of the distant wetlands before she turned her attention to the rows of small hills that dotted the area around the van.
No, not hills, she silently corrected as a steel door opened in the center of the closest mound and three armed guards stepped out. They were bunkers built by the military to store weapons.
“Stay here,” Michel muttered, moving to shove open the back doors of the van.
Instantly Chelsea reached out to grab his arm. “Michel, no,” she protested, fear twisting her stomach. “There are too many of them.”
A feral smile curved his lips as he gently tugged free of her grasp and leaped out of the van.
Unprepared, the guards took a full second to react to the attack. A second that gave Michel that time to smash his
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