He rounded the corner and stopped when he saw light coming through the small frosted glass windows on the steel doors. But despite the light no sound came through. Light in this part of the building was hard, florescent, and wasn’t able to hide anything.
Still he hadn’t come across anyone, or seen any security cameras.
He walked up to the doors and pushed it open. Instantly, the harsh lighting washed over him, and another sterile looking hallway greeted him. White tile covered the floor and ceiling, the smell of bleach and antiseptic strong.
He moved down the hallway, but stopped when the hallway forked, and decided to continue left. He held his gun at shoulder level, ears picking up the slightest sound of movement, eyes noting any minuscule changes. Steel doors lined either side of him, and the further he went, the more frequent they became.
He could hear deep male voices close by and followed the sound. He came across an open door at the end of the hallway, pressed his body against it, and listened to the sounds of male laughter and lewd comments on the other side.
“You sure are pretty.”
“You sick fucking bastard! Don’t touch me. Just stay away.”
Gage knew that voice, had listened to it countless times from the videos McCarthy had given him. He looked around the corner and into the room that had its door ajar, keeping his gun tight to his body as he watched two armed men grope a tied up Neeka.
Her legs and arms were secured to the corners of the stainless steel table. Rage unlike anything he’d ever felt slammed into him. She looked worn, with dark circles under her eyes, and fear coming from her.
“She’s an uppity little bitch,” one of the men said.
“Just leave her alone or Rye will have our ass,” the other man said.
“I don’t give a fuck. We don’t get paid enough to deal with this cunt’s mouth.”
The asshole hit her across the face so hard her head slammed against the table and blood sprayed from her mouth.
Gage didn’t waste any more time as he trained the gun on the first man, shooting him between the eyes and aiming it at the next. The second man looked up, startled, reaching for his gun at his side, but falling to the floor as soon as the bullet pierced his skull. Gage didn’t waste any time as he rushed into the room, untied a bleeding Neeka, and carried her out of there.
Now he just had to make sure she was out safe, and kill any motherfuckers that got in his way.
Neeka’s head was spinning, and she squeezed her eyes shut, willing herself not to vomit. Blood filled her mouth, a sickly iron flavor covering her taste buds. She was very aware of her body moving, bouncing slightly as blood rushed to her head. She groaned and placed her hand on her face, moving her fingers down to her mouth and wincing when she came across a sensitive spot.
She opened her eyes, everything around her blurry and disconcerting. She stared down at white tile and drew her gaze up to two huge, muscular thighs and a firm ass. She tried to twist around, hearing a deep male grunt from the man carrying her.
“Stay still, Neeka. I’m getting you out of here, but you have to quit moving.” The man’s voice was deep, gruff, and urgent.
She instantly wanted to obey it. It wasn’t like her, but for some unknown reason she felt in her heart that he truly was taking her away from this hellhole. Neeka looked down at her arm, blood making a slow, red trail down her skin from the puncture site the needle had created.
She crooked her arm to stop the blood, and closed her eyes again, breathing through the nausea. Her face hurt from when she’d been slapped, but if she was getting out of here she could suck up the pain.
He kept moving swiftly, taking lefts and rights, and moving further away from the labs and prison cell she’d been in when she first arrived.
“Who are you?” Her words were low.
“Gage Mack. I was sent by your father to bring you home.”
In the next instant, gunshots rang out all around her, and she placed her hands over her head, knowing it wouldn’t stop a bullet but doing it on instinct. Guards swarmed in, their guns trained at them.
“Don’t hurt the girl,” Rye shouted. “I need her alive.”
She spotted Rye standing behind them, the guards acting as a wall of protection for the deranged doctor. The man carrying her ran toward a closed door. Once inside, he set her down and closed it.
“Stay here, and hide.”
He barked out the order, and she stared at him for a second, taking note that he was in full military-type gear—black fatigues, combat boots, sniper weapons, and an array of other deadly devices she didn’t even have names for. She looked at the window, seeing a rope attached to an outcropping right on the side of it.