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women, making it impossible to remember each one by name. Janys usually stuck with the grunts, not wanting to listen about hairstyles and manicures. She knew that women didn’t talk about that crap, but they may as well have.
“I can’t place her,” Janys replied, lifting her weapon.
The small woman looked to both of them. Her right hand slid quickly into the pocket of her lab coat, but Bear’s cannon went off before she could retrieve the handgun hidden within. The white walls were sprayed with crimson as she fell backward, her head crashing into the floor. The blood pooled beneath her, almost black at the base of her neck.
“How’d you know?” Janys asked, pulling the handgun from the woman’s grip.
“Good God, couldn’t you?” he laughed, checking both doors. “Ilda would never let a woman wear low cut clothes, heavy makeup, and a lab assistant would never talk to a soldier like that. She had intruder written all over her.”
“Really?” she snapped. “She had ‘intruder’ written all over her? Do you shoot everyone who looks like that, or just women dressed up like whores?”
Bear gritted his teeth but kept his mouth shut. In general, people seldom called out something stupid that he’d said, mostly because he was a foot taller, and a hundred pounds heavier than everyone else. The few occasions where someone actually possessed the fortitude to call him stupid left him at a loss for words. He was never one to have a witty remark prepared for such an occurrence, leaving intimidation as his only weapon. Janys James, however, was not someone he bothered intimidating. Sure, she was scrawny, by so was a nail, which was exactly how tough the red haired Corporal was.
They didn’t bother hiding the body as the pool of blood on the ground was clear evidence of what had transpired. A search of her body yielded no results, the handgun being the only thing on her person. Janys acknowledged that she’d never met the woman, just as the Sargent moved through the next set of glass doors and pushed through. He made no effort to remain quiet, the gunshots having given away what advantage he’d possessed before encountering the short woman with the whorish makeup. Bearden was still baffled by her appearance. If she was one of the military Cybers whom they suspected were attacking, then she’d been an Advisor. Military Advisors stuck to the military protocols, meaning that she would not have worn her hair in that manner, nor would she have caked on the makeup. Was it a poor attempt to fit in? Did the Cybers think that secretaries dressed in such a manner? The thought still lingered when he suddenly realized that there was no one in the labs or meeting rooms. No attackers had crashed through the doorways, their guns blazing at him and the Corporal. No hostages had run out, thankful to be saved. The most troubling aspect was that there were no bodies to be found either. No blood, no broken glass, no bullet holes, and definitely no bodies. Did they just walk in and everything was handed to them upon arrival or was something more sinister at play?
“Would you have shot her?” he asked, allowing for a door to close to a vacant meeting room.
“What?” Janys asked, stepping out of the men’s bathroom.
Bear stopped his room-to-room check, blocking her from walking around him. He eyed her close, trying to determine if she hadn’t heard him, or if she was stalling to come up with the ‘proper’ answer. Janys wasn’t one to display her thoughts or feelings if they didn’t match the protocols that she’d memorized line for line. She was a ‘by the book’ type soldier. Normally, Bear found bookers to be an annoyance, but the Corporal seemed to be the exception to the norm. He’d tried twice to have her transferred to his security detail, but the Major had shut him down on both attempts. Apparently, someone else saw the value in her as well.
“Would you have shot her?” he repeated, looking into her pale
“I can’t place her,” Janys replied, lifting her weapon.
The small woman looked to both of them. Her right hand slid quickly into the pocket of her lab coat, but Bear’s cannon went off before she could retrieve the handgun hidden within. The white walls were sprayed with crimson as she fell backward, her head crashing into the floor. The blood pooled beneath her, almost black at the base of her neck.
“How’d you know?” Janys asked, pulling the handgun from the woman’s grip.
“Good God, couldn’t you?” he laughed, checking both doors. “Ilda would never let a woman wear low cut clothes, heavy makeup, and a lab assistant would never talk to a soldier like that. She had intruder written all over her.”
“Really?” she snapped. “She had ‘intruder’ written all over her? Do you shoot everyone who looks like that, or just women dressed up like whores?”
Bear gritted his teeth but kept his mouth shut. In general, people seldom called out something stupid that he’d said, mostly because he was a foot taller, and a hundred pounds heavier than everyone else. The few occasions where someone actually possessed the fortitude to call him stupid left him at a loss for words. He was never one to have a witty remark prepared for such an occurrence, leaving intimidation as his only weapon. Janys James, however, was not someone he bothered intimidating. Sure, she was scrawny, by so was a nail, which was exactly how tough the red haired Corporal was.
They didn’t bother hiding the body as the pool of blood on the ground was clear evidence of what had transpired. A search of her body yielded no results, the handgun being the only thing on her person. Janys acknowledged that she’d never met the woman, just as the Sargent moved through the next set of glass doors and pushed through. He made no effort to remain quiet, the gunshots having given away what advantage he’d possessed before encountering the short woman with the whorish makeup. Bearden was still baffled by her appearance. If she was one of the military Cybers whom they suspected were attacking, then she’d been an Advisor. Military Advisors stuck to the military protocols, meaning that she would not have worn her hair in that manner, nor would she have caked on the makeup. Was it a poor attempt to fit in? Did the Cybers think that secretaries dressed in such a manner? The thought still lingered when he suddenly realized that there was no one in the labs or meeting rooms. No attackers had crashed through the doorways, their guns blazing at him and the Corporal. No hostages had run out, thankful to be saved. The most troubling aspect was that there were no bodies to be found either. No blood, no broken glass, no bullet holes, and definitely no bodies. Did they just walk in and everything was handed to them upon arrival or was something more sinister at play?
“Would you have shot her?” he asked, allowing for a door to close to a vacant meeting room.
“What?” Janys asked, stepping out of the men’s bathroom.
Bear stopped his room-to-room check, blocking her from walking around him. He eyed her close, trying to determine if she hadn’t heard him, or if she was stalling to come up with the ‘proper’ answer. Janys wasn’t one to display her thoughts or feelings if they didn’t match the protocols that she’d memorized line for line. She was a ‘by the book’ type soldier. Normally, Bear found bookers to be an annoyance, but the Corporal seemed to be the exception to the norm. He’d tried twice to have her transferred to his security detail, but the Major had shut him down on both attempts. Apparently, someone else saw the value in her as well.
“Would you have shot her?” he repeated, looking into her pale
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