45. Cy
“Where is she!” I snarled through the bars of the cage they had me trapped in.
I couldn’t see anyone else besides the ugly mug of the guard that paced down the hall. I hadn’t heard anything either. That left a few options. Maybe I was the only one being kept here, but that was unlikely. The two more conceivable options were they were still knocked out in the other cells, or they were dead.
I shook the bars and yelled again, “Tell me what you did with my mate!”
The male guard ignored me. Whether he was a Beta or Alpha, I couldn’t tell. He certainly wasn’t an Omega though. I’d be bombarded by pheromones to keep me quiet if that was the case.
Pacing didn’t help, but it was all I could do in here. There wasn’t much space, and I was going crazy. If I guessed, I’d say I had been awake for maybe fifteen minutes. The others might wake up soon if that was the case, but all the unknowns were driving me insane.
I woke up on the cot, and that was it. The side walls were concrete with the front being all bars and a door that I couldn’t slam open even with all my strength focused on it. Normally, I would be calm in this situation, knowing my team would come at any moment, but they were trapped, and my mate’s and adoptive sisters’ and father’s lives were on the line.
Mine’s face flashed across my mind, and I screamed again in frustration, kicking the cot and breaking a leg off. I debated on causing a fiasco. Harming the guard from so far away with nothing but a hunk of metal sounded like the perfect distraction.
The issues with that plan were obvious. I would still be trapped in here, and if others came, they would likely kill me or tranq me again.
Maybe I could use the edge to grind down the hinges enough to break the door down. I didn’t need it fully open, just open enough for me to shove through. Scratches and punctures be damned. I needed to find Mine and get the fuck out of here.
I huffed and leaned back against the cool cement wall and slid to the floor.
None of this would work. I could escape, steal the guard’s weapons, and find Mine, but there were too many others involved in this. If it were as simple as Odie and I being captives with Mine somewhere, we would both know what to do. With the others, Ellie especially, that wasn’t an option.
If I could get Mine and Ellie though…
Tilting my head back, I let it hit the wall, annoyance and anxiety filling every pore.
This wasn’t the first time I’d been taken, but it had always been a part of the plan. Sometimes we used relics to stifle the effects of Omega pheromones, but they didn’t last long, and getting one made was a pain in the ass. We had only done it twice, but I was able to use the ability long enough to knock everyone out. That was on them for thinking an Omega could control me. Typically, they’d be right, but we planned for every scenario before going in.
Well, to be fair, we didn’t always because there were too many unknowns, but we knew the basics of what could happen. If we knew more, then great.
A cough and a groan rang out from the cell next to me, so I scurried up and pressed my face between the bars as far as I could.
“Hello?”
“Cy?” Iker asked, and some relief went through me, knowing one other person was okay at the very least. “What the fuck happened? Where are we?”
“I think we are in the cells beneath the council’s estate.” I had never been down here before, but I knew they existed. The halls were winding, and we could easily be multiple floors below ground.
“Those bastards. Where’s everyone else?” he asked from right next to me, although I couldn’t see him.
“I was the first one awake and now you. The guard is an ass who won’t answer a damn thing.” Since Iker was here, it was safe to assume the guard was a Beta, probably with a relic on him in case he needed an extra power boost.
“Any plans forming?”
“None.”
“Love it. Starting from scratch.” The words were laced with sarcasm, and I completely agreed.
“I have one broken off leg of the bed and more anger than I have ever felt. What can you do with that?” I turned around and leaned back against the bars, speaking low enough that the guard wouldn’t hear my words. The space was too quiet for him to not know we were up and speaking, but we could keep him from knowing our plans.
“Unless I can pump enough pheromones into you for you to break through the door, I haven’t got a clue.”
“Our other option is waiting and hoping someone else is down here and wakes up. Although, we would still be in the same position of nothing.” I mulled over the options, and maybe his idea had some merit. “Do you think I could break it down, get to the guard, and disarm him before he called for help? That’s the only way that plan is working.”
“Quiet down there!” the guard called out.
“Make us!” I yelled back, and he started marching to us. “One shot, Iker. Make it count,” I said quietly without moving my lips very much so the guard who was staring me dead in the face wouldn’t notice.
“Oh, I will.”
“Hey, guard boy,” Iker taunted, “just some Beta, huh? Is there someone of higher status we can talk to? I’m bored, hungry, and rather important.”
“Fuck off, Omega. You’re under me, and you know it.” The guard made the poor decision of stepping in front of Iker’s cell to exchange insults. Although it left him out of the way of my door, it blocked a straight shot for his exit.
The next second, I felt the pheromones wash over me, demanding I get free, my life be damned. I smirked and stood as far back as I could before ramming the door. It didn’t break the first time, but the hinges were near done for. The guard tried running but had to go in front of my door to get away. Poor timing for him worked well in my favor as the door caught him on my second attempt, sending him to the floor with the large metal door on top of him.
“And now you’re under a door. How things change,” Iker said from where he leaned against the bars of his cage before I knocked out the Beta and grabbed the keys to let Iker out.
Iker checked the other cells while I took the small amount of weapons the guard had. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that was intentional. Whether it was because they knew we’d break out or perhaps they simply weren’t trusted down here.
I pulled out a Taser, a small handgun with one magazine of bullets and another of tranqs, and a set of keys. It would do for now, but we wouldn’t make it very far without some more help.
“Anything, Iker?” I asked as I stood up.
“Everyone is here except…” He trailed off, and I glared at him when he didn’t finish.
“Except who?” I snapped.
“Ellie, Mine, and Gerard.”
I saw red and kicked the passed out guard who decided to be a part of the problem out of obedience and sheer ignorance.
“Here,” I said, tossing him the keys. “Wake these fuckers up, then.”
We had three Omegas to save, two weapons, two Omegas, one Beta, and three Alphas. What could possibly go wrong?
After waking everyone and giving them the very little information we had, we made our way through the levels, hoping to find our way out. Guards passed by, and with such a large group, avoiding them wasn’t an option. We knocked them out, hid them, and took whatever they had on them.
Slowly, painfully slowly, we made our way through. Despite all the guards that were in our way, no other cells were filled. We were on our third floor and saw no one. Was this all for us, or was something else going down?
None of us spoke, having worked in a team for so long that it was no longer needed. Well, except for Alastor, but he was keeping up. Finally, we made it to the exit, but we had no idea what was waiting for us on the other side.
We had two handguns each at this point with Tasers coming out of our asses, but one Omega could take us down. Iker would shield us as best he could, and depending on Alastor’s skills, maybe he could help. Leona would take out the Omega quickly, but if there were more, even without an Omega, it could be an ambush ending in a massacre.
Time wasn’t on our side, so we swung open the door and were greeted with a silent empty room about the size of an office. It even had a desk as if they were truly booking people before they were taken down there.
No one was around, and this was feeling far too easy.
“They’re forcing our hand, stacking crimes against us so no one questions our sentences.” Odie uttered the words I didn’t want to think. This was all a trap.
“Then we take as many of them with us as we can. No more knocking them out. Fuck them all. Kill them.” We all looked back at Alastor, who had his arms crossed over his chest and face pinched in anger.
“Your time with Lucinda is showing, Allie.” Sloane nudged Alastor, trying to alleviate the situation with some humor.
“So? I’m right. It doesn’t matter what else we do now. We are getting sent back down there with even more security at best. Chances are we are headed for a death sentence with them upping our crimes and adding in things we didn’t do. So, kill or not, we’re dead.” His arms dropped to his side in defeat, but the rigidness of his shoulders told me he was determined to finish this out even though death awaited us.
“He’s not wrong,” Leona said, shrugging. “We do our best and get to the Omegas, wherever they are. Then we figure out how to get out of here.”
“That won’t be necessary.” A voice rang out over an intercom on the desk. “Go out the door, and take a right. You’ll find what you’re looking for soon enough.”
“Another trap?” Sloane said.
“Probably,” Odie and I all said at the same time.
“Let’s get this over with.” Sloane took lead, throwing open the door on the other side of the room, revealing a long hallway. We went right, as the mysterious voice had said, and eventually found a room with a door cracked open.
Peeking in, we realized the voice had been telling the truth to some extent. We had found what we were looking for and so much more.