Except they didn’t find her.
They searched for hours, until Gray and Bas caught wind of a dangerous scent that didn’t belong.
“Impossible. That smells like Bradley Watts. Another guy I supposedly shot and killed a year ago. What the fuck?” Gray snarled and tracked the small clearing, searching, while Bas did the same. “He was here.”
Fear spiked. “So was Ali.”
Gray bent over the ground to pick something up. “Oh shit. This isn’t good.” He handed the letter to Bas.
“Hell. You know she read this. That fucker Watts must have given it to her. The admiral has another leak in security.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah.
Now she knows we lied about not coming to kill her.”
“She’ll think we lied about the rest of it too.” Gray looked haunted. “We need to get to Trenton now. When she and I were together, I caught some of her thoughts, the ones buried in the recesses of her mind. She’d always planned on killing him, then herself. And if she’s as pissed off and hurt as I think she is, believing I lied about loving her, she’ll do something stupid.”
“You told her you loved her?” Bas couldn’t believe it. Then again, he could. He’d fallen hard for Ali the moment he’d opened his eyes and seen her.
“No. Not in so many words.”
Bas scowled.
“In any words?
No, of course not.
I had to drag the confession out of you myself. Look, asshole, just because you feel it doesn’t mean the rest of us know it. Ali’s vulnerable enough. But even I could see how she responded to some tenderness. Then to have that ripped away, based on a lie? Shit. She won’t hesitate to put herself in harm’s way.”
“Let’s go.” Gray
changed
and ran faster than Bas could keep pace with.
Bas followed his scent trail and found Gray waiting for him in the truck, ready to go. The moment Bas joined
him,
they sped away from the Cascades.
Gray nodded at the sat phone. “Call the admiral and tell him to mount an assault on Trenton’s lab
now
. She has a good start on us, and no telling when we’ll get to him. But we have to nail his ass before she does. She won’t harm herself if she can’t verify his whereabouts.”
“But if we move too fast, we’ll miss rounding up his contacts and sources,” Bas argued for the sake of argument. He readily agreed with Gray’s decision to nail Trenton now.
“Fuck his sources. We need to save Ali. And God help Watts if he so much as breathes wrong around her.” Gray’s violence seeped into the confines of the SUV.
Bas did his best to remain in control, but he worried for Ali. He hadn’t had a chance to tell her how he felt. How much she meant to him,
which
even he had a hard time believing, considering what little time they’d spent together. But he knew. Love had no timetable. And he wouldn’t lose her now. He couldn’t.
“Hurry up, Gray. Put your foot on it.” Bas called the admiral. The mission was a go. There would be a plane standing by for them in Redmond to take them straight to Whidbey Island. God help Trenton when they got there.
* * * *
Ali felt a curious sense of detachment as she and Watts tore through the rogues guarding the breeding facility. She’d freed several females while having to put down others who’d turned too aggressive to control themselves. She watched Watts enjoy the decapitations and mutilations as they grew closer to Trenton’s wafting fear.
They’d timed their attack just right, because aboveground, the government’s forces were tearing the security forces a new asshole. But it would be a while before anyone knew to check the subbasement levels that didn’t exist in any blueprint. Trenton had killed the laborers and engineers who’d built the place years ago. Only he and a select few scientists knew of this area’s existence. Well, and Circs like Ali and Watts, who’d been worked over down here.
“Some fun, eh?” Watts cleared a bloody path toward Trenton’s office. He smiled, his sharp teeth little points of delight he no doubt used to his advantage when he felt like biting to make his point.
The rage and frustration she’d thought she’d feel when taking her revenge paled next to the sadness deep within. She couldn’t believe she’d ever bought Gray’s lies. She had thought herself beyond hope for the future. How could she have let herself care, even a little bit, for two holier-than-thou Circs?
“Hey, Ali.
Pay attention, would you?” Watts asked with exasperation as he tore a guard in two, ripping his legs apart like a wishbone. He tossed the remains aside, like throwing out the garbage. “Our prey is in here.”
“He’s armed.” She shot two more rogue and mutating Circs in the head as they tried to attack. The frothing mouths gave them away, as did the roaring cries of insanity.
Though the walls and ceiling were soundproof, she wondered if any Circs above might hear the noise. “We should make this quick, in case anyone upstairs can hear this mess.”
“Good point.” Watts seemed in good cheer, now that she was back in the game and on his side. He’d been nothing but solicitous once they’d partnered up. He couldn’t seem to help staring at her, sizing her up like his next meal, but he made no move to scare her. If anything, he gave her more space. “I’ll go in first. I can take a lot of hits. You wait till I’m down,
then
take him out. Trenton’s not expecting you.”
Since they’d disabled the security cameras before entering, he would have no reason to suspect her presence. She’d made sure to keep to the shadows and retain her scent as well, on the off chance his rogue guards had radioed ahead before Watts disarmed them.
“Go.” She reloaded her pistols and waited with her weapons drawn.
Watts pushed through the steel door as if pushing through paper. Then he went down hard, several Taser darts clinging to his neck while bullets bounced off him. Some Circ ammo failed when used against mutant skin. From what she knew of Watts, nothing had ever put him down permanently.
She didn’t waste his sacrifice. Ali popped the three guards, brutal enforcers she recognized who’d killed without remorse. Trenton cowered in the corner, covered in smatters of blood. He held a pistol and shot wildly, but she dodged his bullets while tucking her pistols back into the holsters under her arms.
After slapping the gun out of his hand, she dragged him to his feet. She’d
changed
before the attack and stood a few inches taller than the bastard. He’d always seemed so much bigger to her.
But not so much now.
The blue eyes she’d once found so cold and piercing now pleaded for clemency, and his dark hair was threaded with more gray than she remembered seeing. The pristine white lab coat he took such pride in had smatters of blood and gore on it, as well as a few tears.
“Pathetic.” She punched him in the gut and took pleasure in his wheeze of pain. “A bully who’s not so big without his guards and his weapons, now is he?”
“Please. Don’t kill me. I’ll do anything.”
When he started crying, she felt nothing but disgust. This same scientist had ignored her tears and pleas for mercy while he’d documented a huge monster molesting her. “You’re a piece of shit, you know that? You turned me into this.
You
made me a killer, you bastard.”
“I did. I know. I’m sorry.”
“For a long time, I just wanted to be left alone. But you wouldn’t let me be, would you?”
“No, no. I knew I was wrong. I wanted to leave you alone. I swear. But he wouldn’t let me.”
She frowned. “I’ve been dealing with your rogues and mutants for nearly a year. Why do you think I kept raiding your warehouse for ammo? Why I sent back your soldiers in pieces?”
“I liked that. Really liked that,” Watts said from behind her. He slowly picked himself off the floor and staggered, woozy from the electric assault. A few bullets had managed to penetrate his skin as well, and she watched as they pushed out of his body and his skin healed.
“Not
me
,” Trenton whispered, frantic.
“Him.”
He nodded to Watts.
Watts grinned. “Kill him, Ali. You know you want to.”
She withdrew one of her guns. But something about this was wrong. Trenton was a dick, but he didn’t lie. “What’s he talking about?”
“Nothing.
Dr. Caleb Trenton is full of shit. Everything out of his mouth is a lie.” Watts shrugged.
“Fine.
You won’t kill him, I will.” He advanced until she sighted in on Watts’s head.
“Not another step. You’re good, and you’re fast. But if I shoot you in the right place, and at this range I won’t miss, I’ll put you down hard. Long enough to slice your neck from ear to ear and rip your head clean off.”
He froze. “I don’t know what the fuck you think you’re gonna hear, but go ahead. Let the little prick lie if it makes you feel better. Then I’m going to gut him and strangle him on his intestines.”
Trenton pissed himself. She dropped him in a hurry and wished she could feel worse about scaring the little man so much he lost control of his bladder.
“Talk.”
“I followed his orders, to the letter. The breeding experiments, the shots, everything was all at Watts’s say-so. He’s a former colonel in the army.
Your father’s and my superior.
The lab was his idea—”
Watts lunged before she could stop him and knocked the gun from her hand. He turned to Trenton and broke his neck in an instant.
“Happy now?”
She looked from him to Trenton, now a mess of bones and flesh on the ground. “But how could you be my father’s superior?” Despite his mutation, he looked only a few years older than her.
“The serum affects us all differently.” He didn’t deny it.
The hair on the back of her neck stood on end. She took a step behind a nearby upended chair, intent on keeping some distance so she could draw her remaining weapon.
Watts didn’t blink, staring at her with all the hunger he’d been suppressing for hours. “You were perfect. From that little girl Dan Ross first brought into the project sprang a beast with intelligence, beauty, and instinct. I’ve never seen a female better built for breeding.” He shook his head. “But Trenton wouldn’t hear of it. He tried to play power games with me from the first. Had a few secret files that he threatened to release if I ever killed him. So I let him be in charge, but we both knew who held the reins on this place.”
“I thought he injected you, made you what you are.”
He licked his lips and focused on her breasts.
“At my order.
I took to it like a cat to cream. Too bad the mutant recessive kicked in a few years ago. For a while I could pass as a normal Circ. Then I grew too big and weird to hide. Oh well.” He took a step closer, and she withdrew the pistol from her other holster. She shot past his head in warning. “And that’s what I like about you, Ali. You’re not afraid. You don’t flinch. Even when Trenton went behind my back and tried breeding his own batch of rogues, when he used you, you didn’t break. You killed the fucker on top of you. Good girl.”
For a while it had been silent outside the room. But now she heard movement in the corridor, the faintest sound, but it was there all the same. Rogues or government men, she couldn’t tell. But maybe she could distract Watts long enough to let them do some damage. If not, she’d die trying to kill him herself.
“I was saving you for myself.
Until you reached your peak.”
He inhaled and smiled.
“Yep.
Fertile little thing, aren’t you? I’m going to enjoy plowing you. Mating heats are a bitch, and frankly, men don’t cut it for me.” He didn’t hide his erection.
So she added to his discomfort. “I know what you mean. Try this.” She released her pheromones and saw the immediate effect on Watts. His face grew flushed, his cock looked even larger beneath his pants, and his eyes took on the glazed look so many others had taken before she’d ended them.
She fired as fast as she could while he ducked and roared. She managed to graze his ear but hadn’t counted on his strength or speed. Holy crap, Watts could
move.
So she pushed her claws all the way out another inch and charged him, going for his groin or his eyes, whichever she could gouge first. The best spots to hit if she wanted to maim him long enough to kill.
She made contact with his left eye. As her finger shot deep, he broke her wrist and then her arm.
The pain made her cry out, but Watts didn’t try to kill her. He seemed fine hurting her, though.
“You bitch,” he swore while smiling and threw her into the wall. “Damn, I like you.”
Her head hit and rang, giving him time to haul her up and stab a hole in her side. His claws tore through her flesh. The scent of her blood stirred his bloodlust. She saw his eyes darken, swirls of black amid the red. Then he stabbed her again.
She did her best to stab him back, but the blood loss affected her timing. She managed to punch him in the face and break his nose, but it healed. He shook her like a rag doll, and her vision blurred.
“No!”
She recognized Gray’s voice and Bas’s scent at the same time she fell to the ground.
Watts must have dropped her. She blinked through a haze to see Gray and Bas punching, biting, and kicking at Watts until he fell. They almost had him, and then he pushed past them and put himself between them and her.