“Actually, I thought I should keep you safe.”
“Perhaps, we should follow lycan rules to remind you I’m superior alpha.”
“So you can fight off a pack of enemy werewolves?”
“Can you, smarty slacks?”
“You mean smarty pants.” If we return unscathed, I’ll get him a book of American idioms.
“Exactly.”
“I have a few tricks up my sleeves.”
“So you brought the vaporo?”
“And a high frequency wolf paralyzing stunner. Plus, my usual accessories.”
“Good to know in case I piss you off.”
“Just a warning.” Emma smiled.
Over the engine din and static, she barely heard the navigation woman’s tinny Russian voice. “Arriving at designated location.”
Emma peered out the window at a small dilapidated cabin with a broken down fence surrounded by weeds. “Might as well camp outside.”
“No. Bears might want you. What Americans call ‘fast food.’ ”
“Trust me, if a bear wants in, he’ll simply whack off that rickety door.”
“You are in for a surprise.”
The helicopter landed and once the propellers stopped, they stepped out.
Nik opened the unlocked cabin door. “Go in. I will bring in our cargo.”
Emma ducked under the thick cobwebs. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” She scanned the small circa Bolshevik Revolution cabin. The place hadn’t been swept in years. The sink was broken. Probably no pipes. Ugh. No bathroom. Good thing she brought a box of tissue paper.
Nik winked. “We are home, honey.”
“This place is older than the helicopter.”
“Actually, the LIA purchased this old Soviet secret base. I convinced Rylee we should have a place in Siberia.”
“Excellent cover because not even druggies would want to move in.”
Nik carried in a box and placed it in the small bedroom. “We’ll put everythi
ng in the closet.”
Emma glanced at the small bullet riddled closet. “Good luck.”
Nik laughed. “You think this is where we are staying?”
“I didn’t see any tourist lodges or hotels, so yeah.”
“Watch.” Nik opened the small closet, grabbed a remote from the top shelf and pressed a red button. The back wall of the closet opened into a modern elevator.
“Hmm.”