swallowed by the shadows of brush. She didn’t know what Damian’s plans were, she only knew they were outside of what he referred to as Headquarters, the place that had created the virus—and super soldiers like Damian. He wanted evidence of what went on within its closely guarded walls to put an end to things, though how he’d do so she didn’t know.
The wait quickly grew from annoying to unbearable, and she eyeballed the cutout in the fence. She could sneak inside closer to the nearest austere building, the one Damian had targeted. Maybe she’d be able to hear inside, or catch sight of something useful. As she contemplated the idea, she leaned back on her hands, swatting gnats and mosquitoes making a beeline up her nostrils. The lonely orbit of a satellite passed between stars as she got to her feet and inched closer to the opening.
A bright light surrounded her. She gasped, shielding her eyes.
“Don’t move. You’re trespassing on federally restricted property,” a loud voice called.
Blinded by the spotlight, she could only blink. Hands grabbed her. She screamed, kicking out as men cuffed her and dragged her away.
* * * *
Damian swiped the borrowed keycard through the lock. Behind him soldiers lay piled in a heap on the ground. In a few hours they would awake with headaches, but other than a few broken bones they were in one piece. Thus far he’d successfully made it to the science building. He needed to get the files, he knew where hard copies were kept. Along with using the thumbdrive in his pocket, he’d be able to gather all the information he needed.
Then he’d blow the place to hell. Anticipation honed his senses as he entered an office. The combination to the safe was easy. He’d once watched Doc punch in the code, and he’d committed it to memory, filing it away in the back of his mind. One never knew when such a thing could be handy.
Several files were there, but he grabbed the one of most importance—the file labeled R1LN , which contained info about the virus. He stuffed the papers inside the pack he carried. Next, he moved to the computer, a little more difficult to navigate, but soon had what he needed downloaded to the thumbdrive. After shoving it in his front pocket, he set the timed explosive devices he had stashed in the pack he’d brought. This section of the building would be empty, so no casualties. A distraction for a fast getaway.
He slipped from the office and down the hall.
“Damian?”
Damian stiffened. He turned slowly.
“Doc,” he said in greeting. Tall and lean, she looked more like a runway model than a mad scientist. She had a nasty black eye and a bandage across her swollen nose. “That’s a good look for you, by the way.”
Her eyes were narrowed. “Somehow I knew this would happen when I got the call about that woman. I never pegged you as one who’d get involved with a civilian.”
“Regardless what you led Laura to believe you never had a shot in hell either.” Seconds were ticking away. In four minutes thirty seconds this section of the labs would blow to hell and Damian had no desire to be part of the rubble. “I’ve learned a few things about the operation you run here. I’ve decided to turn in my resignation.”
Doc walked closer. “There’s no walking away, Damian. You know that.”
Four minutes left.
“Well, that’s exactly what I’m doing, Doc, and I’d advise you to do the same.” He glanced around, they were still the only ones on this side of the building.
“What if I told you we have your new friend?”
His heart stalled, he clenched his fists. “What have you done with her?”
“She will be of great service to the cause.”
“The cause? What the hell are you talking about?”
“We wanted a healing agent for the soldiers we were creating, but found something infinitely more valuable. A virus we could set loose to do the damage without loss of American soldiers. You can’t tell me that’s not something you’d
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