had to
evacuate. Too much time here and his neck itched. Not a good
thing.
His gut crawling, the spirits of the forest
screaming at him to get a move on it, Kayne's senses were telling
him something was wrong but he couldn't see, taste, or smell it.
Yet it was there!
"Move out!" Signaling his twin, Kayne pulled
up the rear, allowing Rafe to carry the fragile burden in a
fireman's carry that couldn't be helped. Taunt flesh peaked out
from under the bottom of the shirt, crisscrossed with shallow
slices from either a well-placed blade or some kind of whip. He
found his hands wanting to smooth them, take the pain away.
" Do you have her?" The twin-speak the
two of them had used for so long came natural and swift, easier on
the mind and body, automatic.
" She's coming around again, Bro. I can
feel her body temp and heartbeat changing. When she does there's
going to be panic. She won't understand who has her now." Rafe
didn't so much as miss a step, he just ensured nothing hit the
female as they hung low and made for the extraction point.
" Let me know if I need to put a narc
patch on her before she comes to all the way. She isn't respective
to my mental pushes. We can't have her giving away our location
yet, and I don't want her more terrified than she already is." He knew Rafe understood. Even badly injured men trained for this
type of work barely managed to keep quiet and usually required
sedation, must less a slip of female.
Suddenly the skies behind them lit up, as
the ravine seemed to imploded. The concussion took several seconds
to hit them, but when it did the noise sent animals screaming in
all directions.
No fire, no debris.
The team ducked, unsure what was happening
until they saw the destruction left behind. Total annihilation of
everything that had been in the ravine. Only a thin trail of smoke
gave evidence that the cabin had even existed, the contents of the
structure obliterated. Whoever had been there had not intended for
there to be any witnesses, including the guards that had been left
behind.
Chapter Two
He stood in the library sipping brandy,
gazing out the tall windows as he contemplated the reports sitting
on his desk. Everything was supposed to have been destroyed in the
small valley, every shred of evidence including the two hostages.
However, the idiots had somehow messed up when setting the
detonation sequences. Once again, Alpha Team had interfered where
they shouldn't have and he was going to have to deal with it.
Suddenly the brandy sniffer flew across the
room and into the quiet fireplace, shattering the silence of the
room. He was getting tired of their interfering.
Circumstances were at a critical stage and
he couldn't have those freaks continue to impede progress, not if
he was to meet his deadlines.
"Robert!" he yelled, summoning his
second-in-command.
"Yes sir?" The tall ex-Marine stood at
attention, waiting for instructions as if he were still in the
military, which in reality he was.
"It's time for Operation Daisy," he
whispered. The seasoned Marine visibly swallowed, his eyes never
showing his concern.
"Are you sure, sir?" the Marine chanced the
question only to wince when his superior turned blazing eyes around
to look at him.
"Don't question me, Marine! Do it!"
"Yes sir." The solider did an about face and
left the room to follow orders, never seeing the sadist smile on
his employer's face or the calm that returned.
"Now we'll see who is superior, won't we?"
he whispered to the empty room, reaching down to stroke his
hardening cock in anticipation of the plans he had just put into
place.
Chapter
Three
The light hurt her eyes.
It was the only thing Chayle Olsen could
concentrate on. She struggled to open her eyes to find the constant
annoyance of beeping nearby. Through the haze and sluggishness of
her brain, someone was loudly whispering in the background and it
wasn't a voice she recognized.
"There are multiple contusions, deep bone
bruises that will take a