Olento Research Series Boxed Set: A Paranormal Science Fiction Thriller

by Sarah Noffke

  For a full minute he stared at the soup in front of him, remembering when he was only a human and disliked soup. However, his parents always encouraged that he start with soup after the regular fastings. Maybe that’s the reason he didn’t like it so much. Ever since he’d left his family behind to backpack across the country, he’d revolted against much of his Mormon upbringing. Nevertheless, that didn’t mean that he didn’t now miss the people who had raised him, or his three sisters who were a part of his oldest memories. Kaleb pulled his gray hoodie over his dirty blond hair, which flipped out at the ends around his ears and forehead. No matter what, he couldn’t go back. There was no family reunion for him. Not now that he was a monster.

  Chapter Nine

  “The horrible problems within beasts can be better studied within humans.”

  - Olento Research Employee Manual

  “Hey, Freckles,” Rox said, popping in to the conference room and slamming the werewolf case files down on the table.

  “You value your life very little, don’t you?” Adelaide said, repeating the words her father often said to her when she provoked him. They had a cute little banter they often did that made people around them think they had a dysfunctional relationship. In truth, Adelaide’s relationship with Ren Lewis was the only one that had ever been wholesome. Her mum, a Middling, had been afraid of her from an early age because of her gifts. And since Adelaide hadn’t understood her gifts until she tracked down her father at age nineteen, she’d scared most people by unknowingly controlling them with her mind or stealing their thoughts when she touched them. And the strange dreams that seemed to follow her every wish and desire had confused her. They had started around puberty and it haunted the girl that anywhere she chose to go in her dreams, she’d find herself there. However, the people, in what she later learned was the dreamscape, never saw her. The rules for Dream Travelers and what they could do were so complex. It was after many years of trouble, heartache, and lawbreaking that Adelaide found her father, and suddenly everything made sense to her. He made sense to her.

  Rox smiled at Adelaide, a pure disingenuous grin that she had practiced too often. “So I think I’ve cracked this case,” she said, tapping the file with her hot pink fingernail.

  Adelaide corralled the flare of anger. Rox had to be lying. She shoved her father’s book to the side and reached for the file, but Rox pulled it closer to her, out of Adelaide’s reach.

  “You know, lying may have gotten you into the FBI, but it’s not going to work here at the Lucidite Institute. Everyone here actually has real talent,” Adelaide said, studying the massive amount of eye shadow the other girl was wearing. She must have to get up at dawn to cake that much makeup on.

  “Why do you think I’d lie about this?” Rox said, and her smile dropping into a look of offense. However, Adelaide spied the sudden lack of confidence. She had been right. Rox was lying.

  “I’m a fucking human lie detector,” Adelaide said, and she wasn’t fibbing. Her father had taught her how to study microexpressions in people. It was how she was able to read people and manipulate them so easily, if necessary.

  Rox released a sigh, her embarrassment only slightly showing for someone with keen eyes to spy. “Okay, maybe I exaggerated and I haven’t cracked the case, but I’ve got a good idea of where to start,” she said.

  “With you quitting and removing your toxic-perfumed self out of the Institute?” Adelaide said, sincerely hoping that Rox didn’t really have a plan.

  “No, we need to catch the werewolves,” Rox said.

  “Well, no shit, Lip Gloss,” Adelaide said, relieved that Rox appeared to have no new strategy that she hadn’t thought of.

  “And I know how to catch these little puppies,” Rox said, pulling the file snug to her tight pink cashmere blouse.

  Adelaide pushed her ego out of the way. She needed to complete this case. Not just because people were going to get hurt, but for her father. He’d trusted her with it. He’d believed in her. “Fine, I’m listening,” she said.

  “There are twelve wolves we need to catch and although we could hunt around the cities where we know some of the werewolves have been spotted, I think that’s an inefficient strategy,” Rox said.

  “I’ve already come to that assumption,” Adelaide said through a fake yawn. She just hadn’t replaced the idea with a better one yet. That had been the problem.

  “Right. So I’m pretty sure after studying wolves and their habits and tendencies I know how we catch all of them,” Rox said, and now she sounded confident.

  “You are absolutely boring me to bloody death with this lead-up. Get to the point,” Adelaide said.

  “To catch the pack, all we need to do is find the alpha wolf,” Rox said, leaning back in her chair, looking smug.

  “Zephyr Flournoy,” Adelaide said, inclining forward now, pulling her father’s book to her for comfort. Rox’s approach was actually good and sadly, Adelaide had to admit it to herself. Of course, they had to start with the alpha wolf, but she’d considered he’d be the hardest to catch so hadn’t thought to go after him first. She’d actually thought that going after the runt, Kaleb Magner, was the best approach.

  Rox arched a dark brown eyebrow at Adelaide; it was ten shades darker than her bright blonde hair. “So I see you’ve thoroughly studied the file if you’ve pinpointed Captain Flournoy as the alpha wolf,” she said.

  “I’m kind of a fucking genius,” Adelaide said. “And yes, he was the highest-ranking professional of any of the men, but also has all the attributes that one would find in an alpha male. He has a clean record, shows persistence, was well respected by his men, and was described as stubborn, generous, and humble. Furthermore, he’s reserved and calculated, which makes him the right fit to lead men. Not your testosterone-driven military, often falsely associated with Special Forces. He’s the stoic leader.”

  It had been Adelaide’s job to interview the family and friends of the twelve men, which was how she’d been able to determine the pack order.

  “Yes, your notes and research were thorough enough that I was able to determine who the alpha was,” Rox said, her words nice, but her tone flat.

  Adelaide only glared at the girl in response.

  “So don’t you want to know how I think we can catch Zephyr?” Rox said.

  “No, I’d like to remain in the fucking dark,” Adelaide said, extending a hand to the girl, snapping her fingers. But she didn’t really want the file. However, Rox complied and handed the folder over to Adelaide, her fingers brushing hers as she did.

  As their hands touched Adelaide read the top thoughts sitting in Rox’s head. She then casually flipped the file open and pretended to study it. “Honestly, I think that your idea, whatever it is, will be a horrid one,” Adelaide said, pulling her chin up to regard Rox with a contemptuous glare. “I say we go to his hometown of Phoenix, Arizona, and stakeout in front of his family’s house. He was described as being ‘incredibly close to his parents’ and a man like that wouldn’t be able to keep himself away from them. He’s bound to return into their lives in some degree.”

  Rox narrowed her blue eyes at Adelaide. “How strange. That’s almost verbatim what I was going to say,” she said.

  “That’s what you’re saying after the fact. Don’t try and steal my awesome idea,” Adelaide said, feeling victorious. She’d always have the upper advantage on Rox as long as the other girl didn’t know she had telepathy linked to touch. And she had to admit that yet again, Rox’s idea of how to catch the alpha wolf was a good one.

  “Whatever. Let’s plan to travel to Phoenix first thing in the morning,” Rox said, rising from her seat. “Right now I have things to do.”

  “Yeah, it must be hard for you to juggle this job with hooking. Show those blokes a good time,” Adelaide called to Rox’s back as she trotted from the room.

  Chapter Ten

  “The Strategic Department serves the Lucidite Institute by creating solutions as a result of thinking from the end.
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  - Lucidite Employee Manual

  They were his property and he was going to get them back.

  Mika Lenna drummed his fingers on his desk, his eyes resting on the ivory statue of a werewolf. It stood eighteen inches high and depicted the creature with his arms flexed in front of him, canines bared.

  How dare Drake think that the Lucidites would be a problem, get in the way of him catching his werewolves. These men were the construction and now property of Olento Research. It still baffled Mika that the wolves were able to escape. They hadn’t demonstrated special Dream Travel abilities, but one of them had obviously inherited a gift of super strength. It was Rio’s cell that had the wall battered. He knew the assault came from that cell based on forensics.

  Project Canis Lupus had gone better than anyone could have expected. The men had all successfully been converted from Middlings to Dream Travelers, a key step that Mika learned the hard way with the first two trials. First he tried to experiment with turning Middlings to werewolves. They were the more ordinary race with a less complicated DNA structure. Their inability to use their consciousness to go anywhere during sleep and their lack of a psychic power was supposed to make them more moldable, unlike Dream Travelers. However, in the first experiment all the Middling men turned feral immediately. Then he tried to turn Dream Travelers to werewolves, but their DNA rejected the wolf genes immediately. So with Project Canis Lupus Mika abducted men who weren’t settled down and who he thought would have the right background and tendencies toward following unorthodox orders. They also shared the right physical and mental make-up, which was key for the experiment. Same blood type, health history, and high IQ scores. He had the science department follow the process through using CRISPR technology to splice wolf DNA in their genes. However, once that took, but before they turned feral, he had them converted to the race of Dream Traveler, which had proved to be the hardest part since it involved compliance. He had to sedate the men and use subliminal cues to get them to retrain their brain chemistry during biofeedback sessions. But the largest part of the process of Dream Traveler conversion involved activating the parietal lobe through drugs. He’d learned all this helpful information when he had Drake infiltrate the Lucidite Institute and steal their research. And now Drake seemed partial to this awful society of Dream Travelers. That would be a problem if it persisted.

  Mika balled up his fists and then slammed them on his desk. Everything Olento was working on could wait. Catching the werewolves was his top priority. He’d finally done it. Finally created the perfect assassins. Well, they’d be perfect once their rebellious spirit was stripped out of them. He had finally created the ancient mythological werewolf. Mika was so close. And he wouldn’t stop until every single experiment was returned to him. He’d kill anyone who got in his way.

  Chapter Eleven

  “All Olento departments are subject to an impromptu evaluation and all budgets will be audited biannually.”

  - Olento Research Employee Manual

  The rumbling sound seemed to echo off the stone walls of Connor’s cell. He was pretty certain he was starting to hallucinate from hunger pains. His stomach couldn’t be as loud as he thought it was. But the incessant aching in his being wouldn’t be ignored. One meal a day wasn’t enough anymore. He eyed his wrist, which was bony now where it used to have meat around it. And although it was dark, his night vision made it so he could see how skinny he’d become. His pants were now rolled over three times at the waist. Had it been a month? Two months? He had tried to count at first but lost track, usually because he’d sleep through the day. When he awoke he didn’t know if a day had passed or an hour.

  In the corner three lonely MREs sat. The stack, which used to tower beside the wall, was now just a few inches high. The discarded MRE containers sat outside his cell, where he’d discarded them after licking every morsel of food from the tray. And what was the point of trying to preserve himself at this point? No one was coming back. There was little hope for Connor. He’d wished that whatever had happened to the werewolves who broke out of this place would happen to him. Had they mutated even more than before? From studying the lab, it appeared one or more of them had been strong enough to tear their cage doors from their cells. Maybe Connor was too weak, or maybe he didn’t have a special power, because he’d been unsuccessful with trying to pry his cage door off. He was fast, strong, and agile, but it wasn’t enough to free him.

  Connor settled himself on his bed, trying to ignore the putrid smell radiating from the corner. The toilet had stopped up a few weeks ago, and he had few ways to remedy the situation. Things were just about as bad as they could be for the lone wolf. Connor closed his eyes, wishing he was at a Brazilian buffet, the kind with endless rows of meat. Skewed steaks, cooked to the perfect temperature. Dripping with juices and still bloody in the center. And then, in an instant he was racing through the silver tunnel.

  The experience between waking and sleeping was always the same now. For the longest time the process of dreaming had been preempted by a delivery device of sorts. A metallic tunnel. It deposited him in the exact place he’d wished to go. The dreams were always like this. He’d just make an intention and then he’d be in Honolulu or back home in Portland. Connor had heard of lucid dreaming, but this was more than that. What he did with his dreams felt real. The destinations seemed real. The people in the steakhouse now appeared real. They didn’t pay attention to him, didn’t seem to register that he was there. The patrons just spoke happily and cut into their steaks, not realizing all they were taking for granted.

  Connor peered over a stocky gentleman’s shoulder, wishing he could smell the chunk of porterhouse the man was about to dunk in garlic butter. And then his stomach rumbled so violently that it tore him out of his dream. He jerked up from the bed, clutching his stomach which felt like it was tearing itself in two.

  It was too soon to eat again. He was trying to stretch it to every other day, but this pain couldn’t be ignored any longer. Connor pushed up from his bed and with an agile grace he’d only recently inherited he picked up the MRE on the top of the small stack. And then his mind was assaulted by a stream of information. He knew where this meal had been packed, who had touched it, and had an instant vision of where it had been before it came to his cell. Somehow just by touching the object, he knew everything about its life. What a strange thing to know, he thought.

  Chapter Twelve

  “Instinct is one of our greatest assets and all employees are encouraged to use theirs when making department decisions.”

  - Lucidite Employee Manual

  Rox pulled the pastel pink tank top away from her midsection, trying and failing to cool down. Why the fuck was it one hundred degrees in Phoenix? It was September. What was wrong with this city? She watched from a rooftop of a dry cleaner’s shop as Zephyr scrutinized a woman getting into her car. This block was deserted at the current moment, since it was getting on to sunset and the businesses in this district closed promptly at five o’clock. Rox didn’t understand people who worked eight-to-five jobs. She also didn’t understand people who couldn’t wait to get off work. What was the point in living a life where one hated their job? The twenty-five-year-old FBI agent had worked sixteen-hour days for as long as she could remember. Usually she spent her dream travel time working as well, sometimes putting in a twenty-hour day.

  Rox knew that Zephyr, who stood in the dark alleyway below her, was watching the woman. His stance had sharpened when the woman with dark brown hair, pulled up in a high bun, had left the ballet studio. He didn’t take his eyes off her as she locked the front door and carried her bags, probably containing her leotard and tights, to her car.

  It hadn’t been hard to find Zephyr. Rox knew from Adelaide’s notes that the man had been dating a Ms. Stephanie Karen. First of all, girls named Stephanie were never likable by Rox’s standards. They usually had high-pitched voices and had never read a book before. And secondly, when people had first names as last names it was j
ust annoying.

  Zephyr turned for the dark alley just as the Toyota Corolla switched on its lights and began backing out of the parking space. Rox took off at a sprint and leapt over the side of the building and fell straight to the concrete of the alley. As she had intended, she landed in a crouched position, just in front of Zephyr, not a single muscle or bone broken. Having super resistance made it so she could always make an awesome entrance.

  At Rox’s sudden appearance, Zephyr bolted into a fighting stance, his eyes suddenly glowing in the dark of the alley. He could have run, but he wasn’t the flight kind of guy, Rox knew from studying his file. Zephyr Flournoy was a fighter. However, he also measured up his opponent before throwing a haphazard punch. It’s what had made him one of the best in the Special Forces.

  Rox rose to a standing position, mimicking Zephyr’s fighting stance. He could probably give her a pretty good fight, but even in his werewolf state he couldn’t pierce her skin with his fangs. However, she was absolutely looking forward to finding out what the alpha wolf looked like when he changed.

  Rox wanted Zephyr to know from the beginning that she was here to put a collar on him and that she was in charge. That was why she stepped forward on her front foot and then swung her back leg around at his head. Zephyr ducked before the assault connected with him and launched at the girl, throwing a closed fist straight at her torso. Rox, who had been trained in multiple martial arts and had been sparring since she could walk, allowed the punch to connect. This was how she was going to prove she was in charge. The assault pushed her back a foot, but didn’t create a look of pain on her face. She hadn’t even felt it. It was then that she realized he wasn’t really fighting her. Rox knew this man had the strength to truly push her back and yet, he was taking it easy on her. That wasn’t going to work.