Michael
MICHAEL
“I think it best if you return to your wife, Agent Turner,” Baxter smirked, switching off the feed showing the vehicle bay. ’s knuckles were sore.
Clench. Unclench.
A single young agent had just returned, with only one of the two the team had been sent out to retrieve. And the violence in that field in the forest …
Clench. Unclench.
He’d watched his son … Jack … in eerie green night vision, race from that cabin, his body growing and changing rapidly, grotesquely, until a huge bull elephant had charged at an agent, goring him with one enormous tusk.
Murdering him.
Clench. Unclench.
Not that blamed Jack. If the last few weeks had taught anything, it was that he was an utter coward. Because if push came to shove, and the only way to secure his … to secure Gretchen’s freedom was violence against these people who were more than happy to do violence to others … he still didn’t think he could do it.
“How fascinating that Jack turned out to be an Echo,” Baxter mused, walking to the door and opening it. The other agents filed out obediently. stood, his body stiff from holding himself upright when all he wanted to do was cower.
Where was Harvey? Why hadn’t he been present at this meeting?
“It’s such a shame that we were unsuccessful in retrieving him as well as his mate,” Baxter quipped, gesturing for to leave.
Clench. Unclench.
“But,” Baxter added, his face brightening into a horrifying, gleeful grin, “I’m confident that they’ve mated … which means he won’t be far behind her. Especially once we get started with her.”
’s blood went icy.
“What are you going to do to her?” he asked, his voice gravelly, the words choking out against his better judgment.
Baxter smiled viciously. “She’s going to get a first-hand demonstration of what we’ve been working on in E Block.”
Clench.