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out for a night in the big city.
“LexCorp is just down that street,” Hammer said and tilted his chin to the right. “Let’s walk by and people watch. See what the lay of the land is.”
“Okay. We’ll follow behind you, just two couples out for a night on the town.”
They stood and Oliver slung his arm around her shoulder and kissed her cheek. “Time to see what we’re dealing with.”
It didn’t take long to reach the address, only when they got to the front of the building, it wasn’t what they were expecting. LexCorp was on a busy side street, but appeared abandoned. For all intents and purposes. “This is a dummy corporation? A bogus operation?” Oliver said, clenching his fists, a tick to his jaw.
“Don’t jump to conclusions too soon. We all know looks can be deceiving,” Hammer offered and raised a pointed brow at their small group.
As Amara peered at the dilapidated sign and rusted door, she admitted, if only to herself, that she was disappointed. There was a narrow alleyway adjacent to the building with a few metal doors on one side of the concrete wall.
“I’m going to go check the doors,” Amara said and marched down the dank sidewalk filled with rubbish and cracked plaster. The scents were long since stale: urine mixed with tobacco, rotten or spoiled meat, and the toxic chemicals most laboratories used and a potent mix that Amara would never forget.
“See if the door opens,” Oliver said from behind her. She didn’t falter at his silent stalking. Instead, she reached out and went to turn the handle, but froze as a dozen memories hit her at once.
Panic seized her in a tight fist, her limbs locked in place, and sweat rolled down her forehead then slid into her eyes, mixing with the salty tears pooling and burning in her sockets. The mantra she clung to like a lifeline wrapped around her fragile psyche and she repeated, They will pay. They will pay. They will pay . With every word, Amara gained control until her leopard jumped to the forefront of her thoughts and chuffed with all her might.
Amara fought through the haze and lunged at the handle, freeing herself from the mental prison of her captured memories.
The door creaked as Amara yanked the steel with her full strength and tore it from its hinges. She set it aside and called, “It’s open,” to no one in particular, instead choosing to stare at the ground while she gained her composure back.
“So I see,” Oliver quipped and slapped her ass as he went by and ducked into the workshop owned by LexCorp.
Hammer and her sister jogged down the narrow passageway and then entered the building. Maura poked her face out and said, “Move your ass, noodle.”
“Stop calling me that!”
“Well, with the way you’re standing out there with a blank stare tells me something of your mental aptitude.”
Amara seethed. “You’re such a rude cow.”
“And you’re a bloody hen. Now shake that tail-feather.”
The air inside was rank, and small rooms were littered with trash, old tables, remnants of blood, and shredded papers as if someone had left in a hurry.
“There’s nothing here. Come on, we should go,” Hammer called out as each one of them searched a room.
Amara’s senses amplified now that the sun had set and darkness reigned over the sky. Energy buzzed through her system and her sight sharpened, her hearing heightened, and her olfactory senses picked up dozens of markers she’d have to process and analyze later.
“Hang on,” she yelled, as a high-pitched sound dove into her head and she clutched her hands to her brain. Then it stopped, and the ringing in her ears made her shake her head. “Did anyone else hear that?” she hollered, and inhaled shallow breaths through her mouth. At the moment, she’d rather taste the stench than memorize it.
“Yeah,” the others called out.
“What the fuck was it?” Oliver said and stumbled into the center of the largest room just as Amara walked through the far doorway.
“LexCorp is just down that street,” Hammer said and tilted his chin to the right. “Let’s walk by and people watch. See what the lay of the land is.”
“Okay. We’ll follow behind you, just two couples out for a night on the town.”
They stood and Oliver slung his arm around her shoulder and kissed her cheek. “Time to see what we’re dealing with.”
It didn’t take long to reach the address, only when they got to the front of the building, it wasn’t what they were expecting. LexCorp was on a busy side street, but appeared abandoned. For all intents and purposes. “This is a dummy corporation? A bogus operation?” Oliver said, clenching his fists, a tick to his jaw.
“Don’t jump to conclusions too soon. We all know looks can be deceiving,” Hammer offered and raised a pointed brow at their small group.
As Amara peered at the dilapidated sign and rusted door, she admitted, if only to herself, that she was disappointed. There was a narrow alleyway adjacent to the building with a few metal doors on one side of the concrete wall.
“I’m going to go check the doors,” Amara said and marched down the dank sidewalk filled with rubbish and cracked plaster. The scents were long since stale: urine mixed with tobacco, rotten or spoiled meat, and the toxic chemicals most laboratories used and a potent mix that Amara would never forget.
“See if the door opens,” Oliver said from behind her. She didn’t falter at his silent stalking. Instead, she reached out and went to turn the handle, but froze as a dozen memories hit her at once.
Panic seized her in a tight fist, her limbs locked in place, and sweat rolled down her forehead then slid into her eyes, mixing with the salty tears pooling and burning in her sockets. The mantra she clung to like a lifeline wrapped around her fragile psyche and she repeated, They will pay. They will pay. They will pay . With every word, Amara gained control until her leopard jumped to the forefront of her thoughts and chuffed with all her might.
Amara fought through the haze and lunged at the handle, freeing herself from the mental prison of her captured memories.
The door creaked as Amara yanked the steel with her full strength and tore it from its hinges. She set it aside and called, “It’s open,” to no one in particular, instead choosing to stare at the ground while she gained her composure back.
“So I see,” Oliver quipped and slapped her ass as he went by and ducked into the workshop owned by LexCorp.
Hammer and her sister jogged down the narrow passageway and then entered the building. Maura poked her face out and said, “Move your ass, noodle.”
“Stop calling me that!”
“Well, with the way you’re standing out there with a blank stare tells me something of your mental aptitude.”
Amara seethed. “You’re such a rude cow.”
“And you’re a bloody hen. Now shake that tail-feather.”
The air inside was rank, and small rooms were littered with trash, old tables, remnants of blood, and shredded papers as if someone had left in a hurry.
“There’s nothing here. Come on, we should go,” Hammer called out as each one of them searched a room.
Amara’s senses amplified now that the sun had set and darkness reigned over the sky. Energy buzzed through her system and her sight sharpened, her hearing heightened, and her olfactory senses picked up dozens of markers she’d have to process and analyze later.
“Hang on,” she yelled, as a high-pitched sound dove into her head and she clutched her hands to her brain. Then it stopped, and the ringing in her ears made her shake her head. “Did anyone else hear that?” she hollered, and inhaled shallow breaths through her mouth. At the moment, she’d rather taste the stench than memorize it.
“Yeah,” the others called out.
“What the fuck was it?” Oliver said and stumbled into the center of the largest room just as Amara walked through the far doorway.
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