Chapter 9
Damien
Damien sat in the warehouse office thinking about checking in with the boss. It’s not a call he wants to make. Ryan hasn’t checked in since before the full moon. Ryan and two others are stationed at the mountain location in West Virginia. Their job is simple, obtain the samples the boss needs and ship them out. Sometimes if they have enough samples someone will drive up there and pick them up. However, no shipment has come yet, and Damien hasn’t heard from him. Ryan has never failed to check in, and he has been out there for ten months. Something must be wrong; Ryan seemed smart enough not to double cross the boss. Those that did turn on him didn’t live long enough to enjoy it.
If a package doesn’t come tomorrow, Damien is sure that he will be sent up there to pick it up. Ryan has always been a problem for him. He didn’t even know why the boss kept him around. Ryan is always messing up something. There’s bound to be someone else that can collect the damn samples and send them to base. It can’t be that damn hard, he thought. This is bound to be Ryan’s last fuck up. After letting an agent in, regardless of him dealing with it, this was to be his last chance to prove he is useful. Damien will be glad to get rid of Ryan; he’s just waiting on the order. His phone started to ring. Picking it up from the desk, and looking at the screen, he sees the boss’ number pop up.
“Good afternoon, sir.” Damien greeted.
“Well?” His gruff voice demanded an immediate answer.
“No delivery, sir.” The boss liked short answers.
“What do you mean no delivery? Is the truck late?”
“No sir, I checked and there isn’t a shipment at all. Nothing is coming.”
“That’s not acceptable. I lost another test subject. I need more samples for the elixir.”
Damien heard a bam in the background. He is almost positive the boss hit his fist on a desk. He can imagine the veins on the boss’ neck throbbing with his anger as his face turns red.
“Maybe the shipment will be here tomorrow.” Damien suggested, wanting to calm the boss a little.
“Doesn’t matter. Go up there and find out what’s going on. Don’t let Ryan know you are there until Wednesday.”
“Yes, sir.” Damien replied.
“Oh, and bring me another test subject.”
A sharp click and dial tone let him know the boss hung up. Putting his phone in his pocket, he walked out of the office in search of Kyle. Kyle will need to take over here at the warehouse while Damien is gone. It didn’t take a genius to figure out where Kyle is; just follow the screams and yelps. He found Kyle poking one of the test subjects with a silver tipped probe.
“Kyle, leave him alone.” He demanded. “They won’t be any use if they are half dead.”
“I’m only playing with him.” Kyle reasoned. “Besides the lab won’t need any more this week, they pulled three last week.”
“They need another one now. They don’t seem to be lasting as long as they used to.” He commented.
Damien walked down the isle of silver holding cells. The lab is going through more and more bodies each month. This will make five this month alone. He will have to be on a look out for more test subjects since there are only three left. He stopped in front of cell 13; a young woman in her twenties is sitting on the floor with her head on her knees.
“Hmm…” Damien kicked the bars to get her attention.
Slowly she raised her head, narrowing her eyes at him. She isn’t broken yet. There’s still more fun to be had with her, Damien thought. He smiled at her, and licked his lips then continued walking. Three cells down a wolf laid on the floor balled up. This man broke easily. He probably hasn’t even been a shifter long, maybe a year tops. The wolf looked up at him then set his head back down.
“This one, he’s ready.” He told Kyle.
The wolf growled just before Kyle shot him with a tranquilizer. Damien turned to go and get the van ready for transport while the tranquilizer is getting the wolf ready. As he passed cell 13, he stopped, and looked at the female shifter.
“When I get back we will have some more fun.” He grinned. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
To his surprise the shifter stood up with a sultry smile on her face. Just as she reached the cell door, she spits in his face.
“You stupid bitch!” Damien wiped his face with his hand. “You’ll pay for that when I get back.”
He didn’t have time for her ass right now. When the boss wants something done, you drop everything and do it now. Damien had to walk three blocks to get the van. The only time it’s at the warehouse is for pickup and deliveries. Every few days they would move the van to another spot so they don’t draw attention. Kyle should be getting the shifter bound and ready for pickup. Damien wants to be in West Virginia by sun up