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Beefy guard stood up with a grunt and obediently headed toward the stairs. “Good boy,” Yana muttered as she fol lowed him.
Come on, come on, come on, she thought as he reached the door and started fumbling with the mess of keys on his key ring.
She wanted to get down there. Get it done. Get down there. Get it done. If she had to wait even a few minutes longer, she was af raid a vein would burst in her head or something. Every part of her body and mind was focused on getting the revenge her mot her deserved. Yana had been waiting so long.
The guard managed to unlock the door. “You can go now,” Yana said. “I’ve seen the episode you were watching. If you don’t hurry, you’re going to miss a great Samantha scene.” Go. The good boy left. And Yana started down the stairs, knees trembling.
God, she was close.
She reached the landing, turned-and froze. Waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs were three men and a woman in riot gear.
They each had a semiautomatic trained on Yana. “Put the guns down,” she ordered, her voice cracking.
They didn’t move. They al kept the guns on Yana. I only said it, she realized. I didn’t think it.
Put the gun down. Put the gun down. Put the gun down. Put the gun down. She blasted each of the four of them as hard as she could.
And the guns stayed aimed at her. None of the guards even twitched. Put the gun down. Put the gun down. Put the gun down.
Put the gun down. Yana shot the thoughts at them, using every bit of energy she had. Blood started to trickle out of her nose.
But the guns stayed up.
And the guards started toward her.
Chapter 6
UNLOCK THE DOOR. Neither of the government goons even glanced at the doorknob. Big surprise. Yana’d been shooting out thoughts al over the place, and nothing. Her head felt like it had imploded. Now what am I going to do? What in the hell am I going to do?
Also, what in the hel were they going to do? Two of the men, stil in their riot gear, had stashed her in a large office. Now they were just standing on either side of the door. Both watching her. Not saying anything.
Yana leaned back in the armchair. Then she used her feet to pul the ottoman in front of the chair beside hers over in front of her.
Her heart was beating out a drum solo, and a muscle in her thigh had started to twitch. But she wasn’t going to let these guys-anyone-know how scared she was. That would give them power over her.
Maybe I should slip off my sneaks, too, Yana thought. But that was probably going too-The sound of the door opening jerked her away from her thoughts. Yana forced herself to hold her ultrarelaxed, screw-you pose as a fiftyish man walked behind the desk in front of her and sat down. One side of his mouth curved up as he looked over at her.
Suddenly Yana felt like a stupid little kid trying to act tough in front of the principal.
“I’d like you to tel me what you’re doing here,” the man said. “I’m Mr. Eggar, by the way.”
You lie. You tell the truth. Those were her only two options. She was trapped. “I’m Yana Savari,” she answered. “My mother was Erika Keaton.” She’d decided to start with truth. She didn’t think there was any way that Eggar and the boys were going to believe she’d come to the center for a knitting class and gotten lost. “Do you know who Erika Keaton was?” she asked.
You should, you bastards. You killed her, Yana want to scream. But she didn’t.
“Yes,” Eggar answered. “But Erika Keaton had no children. So why don’t you try again?”
“You did a pathetic job on the tracking,” Yana shot back. Eggar’s eyes widened a fraction. “Yeah, I know you were tracking al the offspring of the women in your group. G-2s, that’s what you cal us, isn’t it?” She was feeling less like a little kid every second.
Don’t get too cocky, she reminded herself. You surprised him, yeah. But there are two guys with guns over there.
Eggar gave a little flip of his hand, signaling her to go
Come on, come on, come on, she thought as he reached the door and started fumbling with the mess of keys on his key ring.
She wanted to get down there. Get it done. Get down there. Get it done. If she had to wait even a few minutes longer, she was af raid a vein would burst in her head or something. Every part of her body and mind was focused on getting the revenge her mot her deserved. Yana had been waiting so long.
The guard managed to unlock the door. “You can go now,” Yana said. “I’ve seen the episode you were watching. If you don’t hurry, you’re going to miss a great Samantha scene.” Go. The good boy left. And Yana started down the stairs, knees trembling.
God, she was close.
She reached the landing, turned-and froze. Waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs were three men and a woman in riot gear.
They each had a semiautomatic trained on Yana. “Put the guns down,” she ordered, her voice cracking.
They didn’t move. They al kept the guns on Yana. I only said it, she realized. I didn’t think it.
Put the gun down. Put the gun down. Put the gun down. Put the gun down. She blasted each of the four of them as hard as she could.
And the guns stayed aimed at her. None of the guards even twitched. Put the gun down. Put the gun down. Put the gun down.
Put the gun down. Yana shot the thoughts at them, using every bit of energy she had. Blood started to trickle out of her nose.
But the guns stayed up.
And the guards started toward her.
Chapter 6
UNLOCK THE DOOR. Neither of the government goons even glanced at the doorknob. Big surprise. Yana’d been shooting out thoughts al over the place, and nothing. Her head felt like it had imploded. Now what am I going to do? What in the hell am I going to do?
Also, what in the hel were they going to do? Two of the men, stil in their riot gear, had stashed her in a large office. Now they were just standing on either side of the door. Both watching her. Not saying anything.
Yana leaned back in the armchair. Then she used her feet to pul the ottoman in front of the chair beside hers over in front of her.
Her heart was beating out a drum solo, and a muscle in her thigh had started to twitch. But she wasn’t going to let these guys-anyone-know how scared she was. That would give them power over her.
Maybe I should slip off my sneaks, too, Yana thought. But that was probably going too-The sound of the door opening jerked her away from her thoughts. Yana forced herself to hold her ultrarelaxed, screw-you pose as a fiftyish man walked behind the desk in front of her and sat down. One side of his mouth curved up as he looked over at her.
Suddenly Yana felt like a stupid little kid trying to act tough in front of the principal.
“I’d like you to tel me what you’re doing here,” the man said. “I’m Mr. Eggar, by the way.”
You lie. You tell the truth. Those were her only two options. She was trapped. “I’m Yana Savari,” she answered. “My mother was Erika Keaton.” She’d decided to start with truth. She didn’t think there was any way that Eggar and the boys were going to believe she’d come to the center for a knitting class and gotten lost. “Do you know who Erika Keaton was?” she asked.
You should, you bastards. You killed her, Yana want to scream. But she didn’t.
“Yes,” Eggar answered. “But Erika Keaton had no children. So why don’t you try again?”
“You did a pathetic job on the tracking,” Yana shot back. Eggar’s eyes widened a fraction. “Yeah, I know you were tracking al the offspring of the women in your group. G-2s, that’s what you cal us, isn’t it?” She was feeling less like a little kid every second.
Don’t get too cocky, she reminded herself. You surprised him, yeah. But there are two guys with guns over there.
Eggar gave a little flip of his hand, signaling her to go
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