Free Web NovelChapter 216: Chapter 216
Kane POV
I cannot help but admire the building as we walk to the control room. It is neat, tidy and screams ‘it-costs-a-shit-load-of-money-to-build’. This place would have been a great clinic or hospital, and it is too bad that we must destroy it.
“Where’s Braden?” Mindy whispers.
“Right here,” he answers beside me, and she covers her mouth just in time to stifle a scream.
“It never gets old,” Braden chuckles.
“Dude, cut it out,” I reprimand him. “It will attract attention to us if she starts screaming.”
“And it’s not as funny as you think,” Mindy scoffs.
“The control room should be around this corner,” Braden says, changing the subject.
I look at Mindy, and she nods, but I do not miss the fear and uncertainty in her eyes.
“You’ll be fine,” I smile. “I promised Maxim and Monroe; I’ll return you safely to them.”
“I know,” she replies bravely.
We walk around the corner, and a guard looks at us with irritation.
“You’re late,” he snaps.
“Sorry,” I reply quickly. “There’s this new, hot lab tech, and I ...”
“I don’t give a fuck about your love life,” he huffs. “I’m tired, and ...”
Suddenly, his eyes widen, and his feet are dangling in the air. He claws at his neck, and Mindy and I stare at him with shock. We know it is Braden’s doing, but it is still a sight to see when a man is floating in the air, fighting for his life. A small stream of blood drips down his neck, and then he drops to the floor, eyes glazed over.
The control room’s door opens and closes, and we hear muffled sounds before it goes quiet.
“Get in here,” Braden says, now visible, as he peeks around the door.
I take the guard in front of the door by the arms and drag him into the control room. Braden locks the door and turns to Mindy.
“Do your magic,” he orders, wiping blood from his chin with the back of his hand, and she takes a seat at the controls.
“Elara, we’re inside and ready,” I mind-link her.
“We’re almost there,” she replies.
Elara POV
I am calm as Orson, and I walk to the patient’s ward. Having somebody with you who knows the way helps.
“Fortunately for us, the patients are held in the basement,” Orson explains. “And it’s near the bomb shelter.”
“I assume they picked the basement because they kept breaking out?” I ask.
“Yes,” he smiles. “Unfortunately, they never got far. They were tranquillised and captured before they could reach the fence.”
We reach a massive iron and silver door, and I swallow. Just looking at the door makes me nervous. Orson holds his badge to the scanner, and the door beeps open.
“Do everyone’s badges work?” I ask softly.
“No,” he replies. “But I’m employed as a human pharmacist and must often administer medications. Little did they know I only handed out vitamins.”
We enter the room, and I am instantly depressed. There are no windows and no natural air. Which is normal for a basement, but the lights are dim and gruesome, and everything is green, grey and white. freeωebnovēl.c૦m
Orson unlocks the first cell, and I run towards the patient. The young man stares stoically at the wall and does not even stir when I kneel beside him.
“Can you walk?” I ask sympathetically, and his eyes slowly move to me.
“We’re getting you out of here,” I say urgently. “Can you walk, or do you need help?”
“I’m not falling for that,” he replies dryly.
Dammit, I groan inwardly. I look, sound and smell like the bastards who tortured him, and no way can I turn into myself right now. How am I supposed to convince him to come with me? Sure, I can drag him out, but he will scream, resist, or whatever and then all of this is for nothing.
“Wait, look,” I say when an idea strikes me.
I put my palms together and generate a tiny whirlwind between my hands. He looks at me with surprise, and I smile.
“I’m a hybrid like you,” I say. “And my friends and I are here to get you out. Are you coming?”
“Ye ... yeah,” he stutters, standing up.
“Can you help me with the others?” I ask hopefully. Demonstrating to everyone that I am not from the facility would take forever.
“Yes, okay,” he nods enthusiastically.
“What’s your name?” I ask, smiling.
“Matt,” he answers.
“Nice to meet you, Matt,” I reply. “Orson and I will load everyone who can’t walk onto gurneys. You gather those who can walk, okay?”
“Sure,” he agrees, following me out of his cell.
Orson unlocks the rest of the cells and convinces everyone to come with us while Orson and I carry six people onto gurneys.
“Is this everyone?” I ask Orson, looking at the people waiting for our orders.
“All fifteen are accounted for,” he confirms.
“Kane, we’re ready to go,” I mind-link him. “Are the hallways clear?”
“Yes, you can move,” he replies, and I give Orson the signal.
Matt and three more people take a gurney and push it to the exit, with Orson leading the way.
“Shit, Elara, wait!” Kane mind links to me quickly. “There are two guards coming your way.”
“Thanks,” I reply, looking at Orson.
“Everybody to the side,” I order them quickly. “Get away from the door.”
“Don’t panic,” I hush them when someone starts whimpering. I guess moaning and crying are normal in this hellhole, but if they start panicking, we are in a world of trouble. “We’re still getting you out of here.”
I rush to the door as they move out of sight, and I press my back tightly against the wall. I control my breathing and wait for the door to open.
