CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
“This woman is a whole bag of fucked up crazy,” said Cruz to the others the next morning. “Griffin? May we talk about what we heard in your session?”
“Of course. We won’t stop her any other way.”
“She tried to gain Griffin’s trust but couldn’t. She wanted to reproduce with him, but he wasn’t attracted to her in the least. In fact, he felt nauseated by her.”
“So, she forcefully took his sperm while he was under?” asked Hex.
“No. She took it while he was awake and immobile. She took it herself. By her own hand.”
“Oh, fuck,” muttered Luke. “I’m sorry, Griffin. That’s what Marilisa was feeling about the lab reference. She felt it, but it was your memory.”
“I think so,” he said, nodding. “It’s funny. I didn’t have a nightmare last night, and neither did Marilisa. Maybe talking about it made it no longer hold any power for either of us.”
“At least we know the lengths this woman went to,” said Eric. “Griffin, I know this is difficult because he was your brother, but what happened to Gable?”
“He was trying to get the animals to help them move the agents away from us. It never failed for him. He could get into the mind of any animal, and they saw him as their alpha, doing whatever he asked.”
“It didn’t work?” asked Eric.
“It did, and then suddenly it didn’t. He liked using wolves and bears because humans are generally afraid of them. He would have loved this place,” he said with a sad expression. The others were quiet, allowing him time to reflect.
“Anyway, he was working with these large gray wolves and two black bears. Everything was working, and then suddenly, this grizzly showed up. It felt out of place. I heard him say, ‘it’s not working,’ and then he told us to run. The grizzly attacked him.”
“I’m sorry, brother,” said Cam. Griffin shook his head.
“We knew the dangers. We all know the dangers. That bear wasn’t wild. He was trained, and if I had to guess, he was getting electric shocks to do what they were asking.”
“How do we know that she’s the end of the line with this?” asked Hex.
“I don’t think we do know that,” said Luke. “It’s going to take some serious investigation to figure that out, and the only way we do that is to get to her and interrogate her.”
“It’s too dangerous, Luke,” said Griffin, shaking his head. “I don’t want anyone else in danger. I’ll go to her.”
“No. No,” said Saint. “Marilisa just found you. Losing you would be devastating to her.”
“I appreciate that, Saint. But I can’t afford to lose her either. Let me do this. For everyone here and for Gable.”
“What is it you’re proposing?” asked Eric.
“We set up a demonstration in D.C., and I’ll be the one that goes. I won’t have anything with me, nothing to demonstrate, but I’ll be the one she meets with. I would think she’d recognize me right away. You’ll never convince me that she doesn’t have a photo of all of us pinned above her bed,” he frowned.
“Griffin, I know you’re fast, brother, but you’re not faster than a bullet. This is dangerous. If they kill you,” said Eric.
“If they kill me, get my body out of there. Don’t allow them to take me and dice me to pieces. Bring me back here and bury me on the island with the animals. Gable would have enjoyed that,” he smiled.
“I think we need to talk about this further,” said Luke. “In the old days we used to be able to call on the POTUS or someone at the Pentagon. Anymore, I’m not sure who we trust and who we don’t trust.”
“We trust no one,” said Cam. “No one except our own people, those around us here. If you don’t recognize the face, don’t trust them.”
“Jesus, is this what our world has become?” asked Hex. “We only trust the faces of our friends and family?”
“I’m afraid so,” said Luke. “Griffin? Go with Hiro. He’ll get you fixed for weapons, our special bulletproof vest, and some other cool toys. We’ll notify Michelle Fryar that three of our people will be meeting her in D.C. for a demonstration.”
Griffin nodding, left the room with Hiro.
“I want to go with him,” said Saint.
“I figured you would,” nodded Luke. “Brax? You up for it?”
“Yep.”
“Then get your gear. We’ll let her know we have a narrow window of opportunity. You’ll be on the Osprey and arrive under stealth coverage. We’ll e-mail you the coordinates of the meet. If you get your shot. Kill her.”
“If we see the girl, do we kill her?” asked the man.
“No. I want her alive and any others that are with her.”
“Are we sure she’s coming?” he asked.
“I asked for the lead engineer, and she’s the lead. If they don’t send her, then I’ll have to demand more loudly.”
“What’s with these people anyway? Why are we chasing them around the globe?”
“Because they are special beyond your comprehension. Keep your men hidden. I don’t want them to know how many we have here. They’ll probably send one man with her.”
They waited in the vehicle at the edge of the old airstrip, patiently waiting for the group to show up. She’d been chasing these people for decades, hoping to get to the one that she knew truly belonged to her.
It had been a fun exercise, although taking longer than expected, to inseminate herself. If Griffin had only been cooperative, they could have done it the old-fashioned way. For some strange reason, he wasn’t attracted to her at all.
His gifts of superior speed were needed. She wasn’t aware of his true IQ, as most of them fucked with the actual IQ tests. Her own IQ was over one-fifty. With the girl in her hands, if she could find a few willing males, or unwilling males, she would finally create the race her father wanted.
“Looking for someone?” came the voice from behind them. Michelle spun around, shocked that they had snuck up on them. “Don’t worry. It’s just us. Unlike the game you were ready to play with us, Michelle. Your men are napping.”
She smiled at him, appreciative of his abilities and skill. Staring at the two other men, she didn’t recognize them but knew their demeanor.
“Where is the woman?”
“Our engineer was needed in the facility. We’ll be demonstrating what you asked for.” She tilted her head, smiling at him.
“You were great fun to get hard and ejaculate,” she smirked. “I really wanted to ride you, but you weren’t willing in that regard at all. Such a shame.”
“No man wants to ride a donkey when what they really desire is a stallion,” he said calmly. Her face flushed, and the man beside her swallowed, wondering how she was remaining still.
“I want my contract fulfilled.”
“Your contract is now null,” said Saint. “G.R.I.P. reserves the right at any moment in time to stop production on a contract that we believe to be detrimental to national security. We’ve spoken to a few people at the Pentagon and other places. They were unaware of the contract.”
Now, she was pissed. The flame in her cheeks and the ire in her eyes were telling them that she was a very dangerous woman.
“You’re weak. You’re weak and pathetic. I’ll just get someone else to build this for me.”
“No, you won’t,” said Brax. “You won’t because no one else can do it. That’s why you came to us.”
With speed belying her age, she pushed her male companion in front of her, gripping his pistol, and fired beneath his arm at Griffin. Brax and Saint fired back, killing the guard and watching as she ran from the scene. Brax started to follow.
“No! He’s hit. She got him the groin. He’s going to bleed out.”
“Fuck! Evie, we need you now!”
“I’m right where you left me. Let’s go.”