by Amelia Jade
“They don’t know where we are exactly,” he said, but even Maddy could sense his lack of absolute certainty in the statement.
“How can you say that?” she asked, bewildered. “They’re a block down the street!”
“Block and a half,” he corrected lamely, giving her a wink.
She stared daggers at him for a moment, then relented. “Still, that’s a little too close for my liking. We should go.”
Connor nodded. “On that, we agree. How long for you to pack?”
She walked over to where several things were strewn on the floor next to her bag, picked them up, dumped them inside, zipped it up, and threw it over her shoulder.
“Ready.”
The big shifter laughed, his chest muscles bouncing with the effort. “Okay, well, why don’t you go use the washroom, freshen up and such while I finish eating, and then I’ll do the same. Then we’ll get out of here.”
Maddy frowned but did as he suggested. Although she had mixed feelings on the current situation, that didn’t make his suggestion any less of a valid one. Even as she washed her face, she tried to decide whether his calm or her instinct to flee were more pertinent.
“Why are you so calm?” she asked after pacing back and forth while he finished getting ready. “Isn’t it likely that they’re closing in on us already?”
Connor shrugged. “I doubt it. If they knew where we were, then we’d have been taken in our sleep.”
“That’s…not entirely logical,” she said, waiting by the door as he put his shoes on. He double-knotted them she noted, so they wouldn’t come undone. She bent down to do the same to her shoes, just in case. “I mean, what if they found us just now? If we’d left ten minutes ago, we could be safe.”
Connor gave her another uncaring shrug before opening the door. He peeked out, ensuring no one was there, then jerked his head for her to follow. They moved down the stairs quickly. He paused, but Maddy continued to head around the corner to the front of the house.
A heavy hand landed on her shoulder, stopping her progress.
“Not you,” Connor said firmly.
No, that wasn’t just him saying it. That was him commanding it. That was the Alpha in him.
She shivered at the realization as the authority in his voice locked her spine straight as she turned to face him.
“You’re going that way,” he told her, pointing through the yard and into the neighbor’s property behind them. There were no fences in this area of town.
“What?” she tried to keep her voice down, despite the shockwave that ran through her at his words. “Why the hell are we splitting up?”
“Because I’m going to draw them off,” he said plainly.
Maddy began to protest, but he gripped her shoulders tightly, holding her still. His blue eyes blazed as they bore down into her.
“Madison.” He used her full name. She knew he wasn’t going to take any argument.
“Yes?”
“Go that way. Get on public transit. Go to a restaurant on Emperor Avenue, near Royal Street. The Limp Noodle. Order the Spelunker’s Delight. They’ll take you to meet a man named Flint. He’s going to take care of you till I return. Did you get all that?”
Maddy shook her head. “What? No? Why are you leading them off? I thought you said they wouldn’t be here yet!”
The eyes burned brighter as the rest of his expression clouded over. Using his grip on her shoulders, Connor brought his face closer to her. “Repeat what I told you.” He didn’t acknowledge anything she had said.
She ground her teeth angrily, looking up at him and meeting that stare head-on. Madison wasn’t going to back down that easily.
“Repeat it,” Connor said. There was a hint of desperation to his voice.
That caught her attention. Why would he be desperate for her to do as he asked? Why not mad and angry, trying to force his will on her? It was almost as if he was worried, or scared perhaps, that she wasn’t going to do what he asked. Now, why would he be scared that I might insist on us sticking together?
Because, her inner voice answered, he doesn’t want to see you get hurt, and he’s willing to sacrifice himself for you to get to safety, if that’s what it takes.
Her expression softened as that realization rocked her brain. Could that really be the case? Did she really let him do this?
“Now, Maddy,” he said as she still didn’t reply.
There was no harm in repeating what he had said, she thought. “Limp Noodle. Emperor and Royal. Spelunker’s Delight. Flint is a friend. Got it. But I—”
Her eyes flew open as Connor pulled her to him, kissed her full on the lips, and then turned and raced off into the street without another word. Two minutes later she heard what sounded like tires screeching.
Connor!
Without meaning to, Maddy’s legs took her several steps down the driveway, toward where he had disappeared and where she had heard the noise. Her mind finally reengaged after a second though, bringing her to a halting stop.
I can’t just let his efforts go to waste. If I go out there and get captured, then he’ll have to come rescue me—hopefully—assuming that he doesn’t get caught as well. That would just be doing something stupid to satiate my pride.
“Not worth it,” she muttered, using logic and reason to overwhelm her emotions.
Maddy hated when she had to do that to herself, but she knew that it just didn’t make sense. She needed to run. In the opposite direction.
With an angry snarl she turned and took off, heading into the backyard. Although the yards didn’t have traditional fencing, there was still a single slab of wood supported by posts that spanned most of the far end of the yard. She took it in one hop before scrambling up the three-foot incline along the back of the property.
She emerged into another calm residential street. But behind the row of houses in front of her, she could hear vehicles going by at a fairly steady pace. All she needed to do was get there. The road on her right continued straight for some length, without a break in the houses. To the left, it actually curved back the way she had come. Maddy didn’t see any sign of a path.
Behind her, she heard shouts. She spun, crouching at the same time. There was a fairly clear viewpoint from where she was to the backyard of the house behind her, and from there to the backyard of the house she had stayed in overnight.
The yard was crawling with men in black.
With a hiss of surprise she slowly duckwalked to the side, until the house closest to her blocked her from view. Then, without a second thought, she turned and peeled across the street, flinging open the gate to the closest house and barreling across the yard to the fence. It was a solid eight-foot-high wood fence, but in the corner was a compost bin. Breathing a sigh of relief, Maddy hopped onto that, and then threw herself over the fence as fast as she could.
The ground below rushed up to meet her, and she grunted in pain, landing awkwardly on all fours, but all it did was send a jolt through her body. She would feel that impact tomorrow, but for now she was okay. Trees lined the fence, but they were only a single planting wide, just a noise-dampening layer for the houses to block off sound from the street. She darted through the low-hanging branches and emerged onto a busy street.
Eyes looking back and forth, she hoped to see a bus coming just then to whisk her away to safety.
Nothing.
Except…
“Taxi!” she called, stepping to the curb as the vehicle slowed.
It wasn’t until the door closed behind her that her brain decided to remind her of something that she had somehow pushed aside.
Connor had kissed her!
“Where to, miss?” the cab driver asked.
Right. She had forgotten to tell him that, and they had just been sitting at the side of the road. Behind them, a car honked.
“Royal and Emperor,” she told him, sitting back into the seat.
She’d just been kissed. By a rather attractive man as well.
A
tingle ran through her stomach. Interesting.
Despite it all, a smile threatened to break out on her face.
Chapter Seven
Connor
What the fuck was he thinking?
Connor pulled down his mask, keeping his features concealed. It garnered him some looks from civilians, but it was worth it to keep his identity safe from the Agency. His size normally gave him away, but without his face they couldn’t put him on any of the wanted billboards, as they had done to some others. It allowed him to move normally through the city when he wasn’t expecting to confront them, at least.
Kissing Maddy? His thoughts strayed back to her.
No. Madison. Her name is Madison, he forcefully corrected himself, trying to keep thoughts of her in his mind formal. That would also mean ignoring the way she had felt, pressed against him for that brief second. If he closed his eyes, Connor could still remember the heat of her skin as it touched his.
For just a moment, in the barest of instances, he let himself bask in that sensation once more. His steps slowed along the sidewalk, and he came to a halt.
A glow started from within, expanding rapidly until it enveloped his entire body, holding him within that trancelike pleasure state as he remembered her lips, soft skin staying firm as he kissed her.
She hadn’t recoiled from him. Then again, she hadn’t melted into him either. Perhaps—
No. You have a job to do. Accomplish that. Then you can daydream.
His mind was right; he had to ensure her safety before he could even begin to contemplate the crazy idea that was taking shape in his head.
Connor’s eyes snapped open, the pleasant glow vanishing as his eyelids narrowed, allowing him to focus on the street ahead and survey it for any Agents. Beneath him his legs began to work, slowly at first, but then churning along as he picked up speed, racing down the sidewalk.
The houses gave way to the shops, and he approached the intersection. Like half an hour earlier, the SUV was still there. The same Agent was still leaning against it, though now he was looking across the street at Myles’s shop. Connor glanced over and saw another Agent emerging from within, food in hand.
At least they had good taste. Maybe there was some humanity in them after all.
Connor immediately shut that idea down. The last thing he wanted to do was humanize his enemy. That would only work to their advantage, not his. For him to do his job properly, to protect Madd—Madison—he had to think of them simply as a faceless enemy. No names. No identities. Just targets to be eliminated with extreme prejudice.
Sunlight faded suddenly as a thick cloud blew through the sky, obscuring it from view. The Agents looked up at the sky. Connor used that momentary distraction to his benefit. With a burst of speed he came alongside the Agent leaning over the car.
“Hey!” he yelled in his ear.
The Agent jumped.
Connor grabbed his head mid-air and slammed it down, impacting it into the side of the vehicle, leaving a dent, as well as a chunk of skin with hair still attached to it. He let the Agent fall to the ground as others screamed.
Either now or never, Madison, he thought as the shifter across the street shouted.
Connor took off running down the sidewalk some more. The building ended, and a parking lot for the area was next. To his surprise, a sleek four-door sedan shot from the parking lot in response to the action, tires peeling as it took off down the road in the direction of the safe house.
Behind it, a big black cargo van with the windows blotted out followed. This one screeched to a halt, however, blocking Connor’s progress. He slowed and ran around it, hearing the door open as he did.
To his surprise, both doors were opening. From the far side a tall figure emerged, stepping into his pathway. Connor lowered his shoulder and prepared to send the blocker flying. Something was off about the man in front of him. As the distance closed he tried to figure out what it was.
At the last second he got it. The man wasn’t afraid. He was simply standing there. He wanted Connor to hit him! With this new knowledge in mind, Connor dropped to a crouch, just as the man’s elbow whipped up and through the space his head had occupied a moment earlier.
Shoulder met stomach and the pair of them went down. Mostly. The other man grunted and fell backward, while Connor whoofed in both shock and pain as his bones reverberated from the impact.
What the fuck is this guy? The hit had been worse than the time he had tackled a steel pole painted to look like wood by one of his prankster friends. Connor’s shoulder went numb and his right arm hung uselessly at his side as he rolled away from his attacker.
The other man, clearly some sort of new Extremis Agent that he had yet to encounter, slowly rose to his feet and came after Connor.
With a snarl the shifter launched a left hook at the man.
He caught it.
Connor’s jaw dropped in surprise.
“That’s not possible,” he gasped. The blow had sent the man back a step as he absorbed the force of it, and it had bent his arm backward until his fist almost touched his face, but he had blocked it!
The man’s right hand snapped out and impacted perfectly along Connor’s temple. The shifter went down, the world spinning from the blow. The man hit harder than any bear shifter Connor knew. And he had been hit by some of the best in the business.
He’s not even a full-blown shifter…
Clearly the Agency had found some way to improve their serum. That had to be the answer.
A chill shot through his body, even as he tried to recover his wits.
Had the Agency gotten their hands on an Alpha?
Sunlight reemerged as the clouds dissipated in the sky, only to be blocked out by shadow once more as the Extremis Agent loomed over him. He pulled back a fist and hit Connor again.
Connor was tough. He had been hit by shifters stronger than he on any number of occasions. It was part of his training. He had even sparred with a gryphon shifter, one of the more powerful shifter races, a time or two. While the Agent didn’t hit quite that hard, it was damn close.
He didn’t black out, but he was in no shape to resist either. His head lolled from side to side as the Agent picked him up, tossed him over his shoulder like a ragdoll, and walked back to the van, where he threw Connor inside rather unceremoniously. The inside was empty, and Connor slid across the floor until his head impacted on the metal bump over the wheel well.
Ringing burst through his skull from the blow.
“Ow,” he moaned, blinking rapidly, trying to shunt the pain aside.
“Quiet,” a voice rasped.
He forced his eyes shut for several seconds to try and stop the spinning, then opened them, focusing on the source of the voice.
A metal panel separated the rear of the van from the driver. Along the panel a welded metal bench sat elevated off the floor, upon which sat an Agent. The Extremis Agent climbed inside, pulling the door shut. He kicked Connor hard in the side, then moved around behind him.
Connor started to get up, and received an elbow to the side of his head as payment. He fell back against the cool, dark metal of the floor, reeling from the blow. This was not going at all the way he intended.
Then again, the intervention of some sort of Extremis super-Agent hadn’t been on anyone’s radar. He frowned mentally at that, content to just lie on the floor for the moment. Neither of the two men in the back seemed inclined to do anything as long as he stayed still. In fact, his covert glances showed him that neither of them had tranq guns either. That was good, if he could find a way to beat the Agent.
Connor had always relied on strength to overpower his enemies, and a combination of strength and training when simple power didn’t work. It was scary to realize his biggest advantage had just been neutralized.
“What are you feeding him?” he asked the man sitting on the bench, pointing over his shoulder at the Agent.
Neither replied, but he saw the man—who he was now confident was not an Extrem
is Agent—roll his eyes.
“Take off your mask,” the man commanded instead.
Connor made no move to comply.
With a sigh the man gestured, and before Connor could do anything the Agent casually grabbed the mask and ripped it from his face, material tearing as it parted around the back of his skull. By ripping it from him and not pulling it off, the force of the Agent’s grip pulled Connor’s head up off the floor.
When the material parted, his head fell, hitting the floor again.
“Ow,” he said dully, more angered at that last insult than anything else.
“Where is your base?” the raspy voiced man spoke again.
It was becoming clear to him that for some reason that man was in charge, while the Extremis Agent wasn’t. Something in his head told him that was important, but he wasn’t sure why yet.
“All your base are belong to us,” he replied.
The man frowned. “What?”
“Nothing,” he replied, unsure of where that cryptic reference had come from.
The question was repeated.
“What base?” Connor asked.
“The one your silly little Underground operates from. Stop acting like some dimwitted buffoon.”
Interesting. So you know we call ourselves the Underground do you? I wonder how you came by that little tidbit of information.
As far as Connor was aware, the Agency hadn’t actually captured any of their operatives yet. Connor and his team had always been able to prevent that. Aside from them, the rest of the operation was mostly contained to internal people, those that the Agency would never know worked for the Underground, because they never did anything in the outside world that would call attention to them. If Connor was being truthful, he didn’t even know how many there were. Flint was the only one who knew that information, and he never involved himself in operations that might expose who he was.
In response to the man, Connor mimicked the noises of an ape. For that, he earned a swift blow to the ribs from the Extremis Agent. Something collapsed under the fist, and he sucked in a sharp intake of air, pain blossoming over his side as he did.
Broken rib, one for sure, possibly two. This guy hits too hard. I’ll need to find another way to beat him.
