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back. Lives will be saved, Damian. Families won’t lose loved ones in senseless wars.”
Two minutes thirty seconds.
“A virus which happened to escape, threatening billions of innocent lives. Families have already lost, you know how it feels to lose someone close to you.” Damian fought to temper the anger boiling in his blood.
Doc frowned. “A mistake, one I assure you will be corrected. Mary should’ve never gotten away from us. Max was careless.”
He shook his head. “Leave Max out of it, you take a fair share of the blame too. How does Laura play into all of this?”
“We’ll track down exactly what makes her immune and find a way around it. We can’t have survivors.”
He grew sick to his stomach. “So she’ll be treated like nothing more than a lab rat.”
Doc shrugged. “A sacrifice to science in a cause which should mean something to you.”
One minute. He had to get the hell out of the building. Doc stood a few yards away. He dove in her direction, her cry of alarm muffled in his hand. He dragged her from the building as she flailed against him. Sharp pain shot through his wounded shoulder.
The explosion blasted the air, shattering the night. Damian fell on top of Doc, protecting her from flying shrapnel. A hot piece of metal lodged in his thigh, more in his back, but his adrenaline pumped, numbing the pain. Flames shot skyward, alarms wailed, and soldiers swarmed the area.
He yanked Doc upright, ducking behind a utility vehicle, shoving his gun against her ribs. “Now tell me where Laura is or I swear to God your life ends here.”
“In Laboratory Two.” She nodded in the direction of another building.
Damian pulled zip ties he’d taken from a soldier out of his pocket and tied her hands. Then tore off a strip of his shirt and gagged her with it, leaving her stashed out of sight, then made for the building.
Laura, Laura, Laura a chant in his mind while he weaved through panicked soldiers to Lab Two. He made short work of the lone guard at the door to the room where she was held.
He threw open the door and narrowly missed having a metal lab stool bashed over his head.
Laura dropped it and threw her arms around his neck. “Oh my God, I heard the explosion. I didn’t know what’d happened to you.”
“Time to go.” He guided her down a hall and out a back entrance.
“Oh my God, Damian. You’re bleeding again.” She paused, staring at his back.
“We don’t have time for this.” He grabbed her hand to pull her forward.
“No!” she screamed, jumping in front of him, her cry cut short by the sharp staccato of gunfire before she sank to the ground.
He couldn’t take his eyes off her even as he lifted the Glock and used his directional hearing to aim and take out the attacker. After the soldier fell, the Glock dropped from Damian’s hand. A growing circle of dark stained the back of Laura’s black shirt and she laid face first in the dirt. He sought for the emotions he should feel. Anger, agony, disbelief, but found nothing, only a ringing in his ears left behind by the explosion. He sank to his knees and rolled her onto her back.
Her eyelids fluttered, and she met his gaze. Her chest rose and fell as she struggled to breathe.
“You promised to stay out of trouble.” His voice sounded hollow, far away.
“But not…” She took a wheezing breath, then another. “…if you were in…a bad situation.”
Rendered immobile and at a complete loss for his next move, he stroked her hair. Her image blurred, and hot tears streamed from his eyes. Shouts sounded, and instinct warned him to leave. But his limbs wouldn’t obey.
If he lost Laura...
Fuck it all, if he lost Laura nothing fucking mattered.
She coughed blood then gasped for air. “I…I can’t breathe. Damian, help.”
Her plea cut through the fog. She slumped lifeless as he scooped her up, grabbing his Glock and firing toward the soldiers charging his way. Two fell and the third took cover as Damian jumped
Two minutes thirty seconds.
“A virus which happened to escape, threatening billions of innocent lives. Families have already lost, you know how it feels to lose someone close to you.” Damian fought to temper the anger boiling in his blood.
Doc frowned. “A mistake, one I assure you will be corrected. Mary should’ve never gotten away from us. Max was careless.”
He shook his head. “Leave Max out of it, you take a fair share of the blame too. How does Laura play into all of this?”
“We’ll track down exactly what makes her immune and find a way around it. We can’t have survivors.”
He grew sick to his stomach. “So she’ll be treated like nothing more than a lab rat.”
Doc shrugged. “A sacrifice to science in a cause which should mean something to you.”
One minute. He had to get the hell out of the building. Doc stood a few yards away. He dove in her direction, her cry of alarm muffled in his hand. He dragged her from the building as she flailed against him. Sharp pain shot through his wounded shoulder.
The explosion blasted the air, shattering the night. Damian fell on top of Doc, protecting her from flying shrapnel. A hot piece of metal lodged in his thigh, more in his back, but his adrenaline pumped, numbing the pain. Flames shot skyward, alarms wailed, and soldiers swarmed the area.
He yanked Doc upright, ducking behind a utility vehicle, shoving his gun against her ribs. “Now tell me where Laura is or I swear to God your life ends here.”
“In Laboratory Two.” She nodded in the direction of another building.
Damian pulled zip ties he’d taken from a soldier out of his pocket and tied her hands. Then tore off a strip of his shirt and gagged her with it, leaving her stashed out of sight, then made for the building.
Laura, Laura, Laura a chant in his mind while he weaved through panicked soldiers to Lab Two. He made short work of the lone guard at the door to the room where she was held.
He threw open the door and narrowly missed having a metal lab stool bashed over his head.
Laura dropped it and threw her arms around his neck. “Oh my God, I heard the explosion. I didn’t know what’d happened to you.”
“Time to go.” He guided her down a hall and out a back entrance.
“Oh my God, Damian. You’re bleeding again.” She paused, staring at his back.
“We don’t have time for this.” He grabbed her hand to pull her forward.
“No!” she screamed, jumping in front of him, her cry cut short by the sharp staccato of gunfire before she sank to the ground.
He couldn’t take his eyes off her even as he lifted the Glock and used his directional hearing to aim and take out the attacker. After the soldier fell, the Glock dropped from Damian’s hand. A growing circle of dark stained the back of Laura’s black shirt and she laid face first in the dirt. He sought for the emotions he should feel. Anger, agony, disbelief, but found nothing, only a ringing in his ears left behind by the explosion. He sank to his knees and rolled her onto her back.
Her eyelids fluttered, and she met his gaze. Her chest rose and fell as she struggled to breathe.
“You promised to stay out of trouble.” His voice sounded hollow, far away.
“But not…” She took a wheezing breath, then another. “…if you were in…a bad situation.”
Rendered immobile and at a complete loss for his next move, he stroked her hair. Her image blurred, and hot tears streamed from his eyes. Shouts sounded, and instinct warned him to leave. But his limbs wouldn’t obey.
If he lost Laura...
Fuck it all, if he lost Laura nothing fucking mattered.
She coughed blood then gasped for air. “I…I can’t breathe. Damian, help.”
Her plea cut through the fog. She slumped lifeless as he scooped her up, grabbing his Glock and firing toward the soldiers charging his way. Two fell and the third took cover as Damian jumped
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