CHAPTER SIX
If anyone was working sexual voodoo on anyone, Damion would have sworn it was the woman in that bathroom, and on him. She’d just told him she was an assassin trained to kill GTECHs like himself, that she, in fact, intended to kill him, and all he’d wanted to do was strip her naked and take her right there on the bathroom floor. And the man in him could all too easily justify why he might act on his attraction to her. Some part of him rejected her as his enemy, and there was this uncomfortable ball of possessiveness growing inside him like nothing he’d ever felt for a woman, let alone one who wanted to kill him. Because, he told himself, assassin or not, when she’d declared that “Lara” was dead, he’d seen the vulnerability beneath the hard shell, seen the woman who was Lara, who he’d sensed existed even before he’d known she did. The woman who’d been hurt, who’d had something taken from her that she didn’t think she could ever get back. Something she blamed herself for. He recognized that feeling in her, because he had the unique perspective of having felt the same way when his brother had died. Lara existed because Adam had stolen something from Lara’s life.
For the time being though, he shoved aside such concerns and focused on the urgency of contacting his team, after too long without communication.
Damion sat down at the computer panel of the tech center and flipped a red switch on the wall. A satellite phone slid from beneath the tabletop, and he grabbed the receiver and dialed. At the same time, his mind hung on something Lara had said. I was created to kill your kind. He frowned. Why hadn’t she said to kill Renegades? Maybe because she hated all GTECHs, no matter who was pulling her puppet strings, or maybe because the puppet strings existed.
Chale answered his cell phone in one ring, and Damion moved on to the urgent matters at hand.
“Talk to me,” Damion ordered, bypassing “hello” himself this time. He and Chale were like brothers. They didn’t need small talk. “Tell me Lev is secure.”
“Where the fuck are you?” Chale shouted into the phone, proving the small talk assumption one hundred percent true. “I thought you were lying somewhere gutted, for God’s sake.”
“Yeah well, I love you too, man,” Damion replied dryly. “I’m fine. Now answer the question. Is Lev secure?”
“As secure as sitting ducks, waiting for nightfall to get the hell out of Dodge.”
“And the agents guarding him?” Damion asked. “Were they ‘in bed’ with Adam?”
Chale snorted. “Try in bed with the fantasy of early retirement—at least that goes for the agent-in-charge. He’s planning to resign the agency in a month and went ahead and mentally checked out early.” His tone turned muffled and scornful as it became clear he was talking to the agent. “Apparently agent-not-so-smart-and-thank-God-for-all-those-who-might-depend-on-him-that-he’s-resigning wasn’t thinking about actually living to see his resignation happen. His men should thank us for taking over, so they get to live as well.”
He didn’t ask if Chale was certain about the agent’s story. Chale had his fact-checking in order, or he wouldn’t speak. The man never assumed anything, which Damion liked about him.
“So what’s the bikini babe got to do with us taking Lev and clan into custody?”
“Adam’s put together a team of female assassins to do his dirty work now. GTECH female assassins.”
“No f-ing way,” Chale said. “Adam considers women baby-making machines, not to mention, inferiors. Are you sure?”
“One hundred percent,” Damion said, without explaining. “I got some up-close-and-personal demonstration of what they’re capable of.”
“I take it you have the bikini chick in custody and talking?”
“In custody, yes,” he confirmed. “But she’s injured and not doing a lot of talking beyond promising to kill me.”
Chale chuckled. “Now that sounds fun. Wish I was there. I do believe I’d enjoy interrogating a hot female assassin.”
“Just make sure, later tonight, you’re not the one getting interrogated by a hot female assassin,” he said. “Watch your ass when you leave. They will be.”
“You do the same,” Chale said. “Because I saw that bikini babe’s backside, and it’s a distraction if I ever saw one.”
He could say that again. And he did, one last time, after a discussion about their extraction plans.
Damion ended the call and dialed Caleb Rain, the Renegade’s leader, who was Adam Rain’s twin brother. “Adam sent a team after the Russian. We were forced to take him into custody. Chale’s moving him in your direction at nightfall.”
“Why Chale? And why are you in the shelter?” Caleb said, able to see his location from the Sunrise tech panels.
“I captured a Zodius soldier and went underground for interrogation. A female Zodius soldier. And yes, you heard me right. Adam’s converted a team of women to GTECHs. The one here with me claims she was created specifically to be a GTECH assassin.”
“Let’s take this on monitor,” was Caleb’s immediate response. “Michael’s here, and I need him involved in this conversation.”
Damion punched a button by the phone and set the receiver back on the base. One of the dozen monitors above the desk came to life, and the image of Caleb and Michael sitting side by side at the conference table of the Sunrise City war room filled the screen. The two were complete opposites, well beyond the obvious—Caleb’s short brown hair and Michael’s long black hair. Caleb was the honor-bound Superman of a graphic novel, while Michael was the dark persona of Batman, willing to do what Caleb would not in the name of justice. That was where Damion and Michael often found themselves at odds. Damion believed the Superman-style of justice was the foundation this country needed, now more than ever. Michael believed that foundation was a myth that had never existed.
Once Caleb briefed Michael on the situation, Michael’s head snapped to the monitor, his hard gaze finding Damion’s.
“Where’s the woman now?”
“In the shower washing a head wound,” Damion said. “And here’s the interesting part. I didn’t give her that injury. She attacked her commanding officer and kept her from killing Lev, but took a beating in the process.”
“Why would Adam kill the Russian when he needs him?” Caleb asked. “And why did this woman stop it from happening if that was her intention to start with?”
“I asked the same,” Damion confirmed. “She refused to answer, but I get the feeling Lara is all about killing GTECHs, but humans are another story.
“And one more important little detail that’s going to blow your minds—the commanding officer she attacked was Sabrina, the ICE dealer who’d double-crossed Adam and stolen from him. And before you ask—no, these women aren’t ICE junkies doped up on drugs that Sabrina stole before she disappeared. These women wind-walk, and Icers using the synthetic GTECH serum can’t wind-walk. We’re talking the real deal here. These women are GTECHs.”
“Wait,” Michael said, shaking his head. “You’re telling me that Sabrina is alive and in a command position for Adam?”
“It’s Sabrina, all right,” Damion said. “The one I have here is Lara, but no last name so far. It would help if Sterling could run a check on missing persons with that first name. I have my hands a little full right now.” Sterling was the Renegade’s top tech guy next to Damion, and his brother ran the family-owned Megatech Technology, one of the top tech companies in the world.
“I’ll get him right on it,” Caleb agreed. “And I’ll have him chase down Sabrina’s trail. Her involvement in this makes no sense to me. Adam would have killed a traitor. Hell, my brother’ll kill you for looking at him wrong.”
“Not a woman who could potentially Lifebond with one of his men, no matter what she’d done to him,” Michael disagreed. “Adam would have let the entire male population of Zodius have her. If she didn’t find a match, which we can safely assume, then she would have been handed over to Ava for experimental fertility procedures. Ava must have convinced Adam that injecting a female with the serum would make her fertile.”
“And when it didn’t work,” Caleb said, “Adam decided to put them to work killing Renegades.”
“It’s a good hypothesis,” Michael said. “Now we just need to prove it.”
“Doesn’t seem a good strategy for Adam,” Damion said dryly. “Not when the women are going to hate him for what he’s done to them.”
“Adam knows how to get loyalty,” Michael said. “He wouldn’t think twice about torturing these women’s families and friends, maybe even kill a few to prove he would kill the others.”
“Considering Lara has a boatload of raw hatred toward GTECHs,” Damion said, “I’d say there is a good chance that’s exactly what he did to her. She hates GTECHs, every last one of us. I get the idea she’s just happy she gets to kill some of us.”
“As far as I’m concerned, that’s good news,” Michael said. “If that’s how Adam is operating, that’s the best case scenario in my mind. It means we’re dealing with a few females they’ve experimented on because that’s all the serum Adam would dare risk, when he has so little.” His jaw clenched. “Now on to the worst case, which in my experience is usually the one that applies to Adam. What if one of Ava’s fertility experiments wielded a method of converting females to GTECHs without the original serum? Women become his army and the ticket to power that Adam is looking for. If that’s the case, then we’ll be outnumbered, and Adam will be a whole lot closer to creating a Zodius Nation that takes over this country.”
Caleb and Damion both took that in with a long silence, before Michael added, “I say bring the woman here to Sunrise City, and let Becca extract her memories.”
Damion ground his teeth at the callous suggestion. Becca was Sterling’s Lifebond. Through a combination of experimental cancer treatment and her conversion to GTECH, she had developed unique abilities, like reading minds when she touched someone. Damion wasn’t about to let that happen to Lara. Not now, not before she had a chance to talk on her own.
“Performing what amounts to a mental rape on Lara, when there’s a good chance she’s already been physically raped, makes us no better than Adam, and it isn’t going to get her to help us. We have to assume she has access to Zodius City, and if there is some kind of new serum, we need to get inside to destroy it. That means gaining her trust. Show her we aren’t like the Zodius.”
“Assuming she’s not already corrupted by Adam, and this is all a ploy to infiltrate our operation,” Michael said, cynical as usual. “Becca’s mental probe would let us know if she can be trusted.”
“Both valid points,” Caleb agreed. “Michael’s right, though. We can’t risk this being some sort of trap to get this woman inside Sunrise City. If we need Becca, we’ll have her go to Lara.” He homed in on Damion. “If you really feel Lara deserves a chance to come around on her own, we’ll give it to her. But make this journey to trust a quick one. If Adam has the serum to build an army of female GTECHs, innocent lives could depend on it.”
A female scream ripped through the conversation and was still clinging to the air as Damion ended the call on the move to the bathroom.