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by Sarah Noffke




  Rectify Injustice

  Exceptional S. Beaufont™ Book 6

  Sarah Noffke

  Michael Anderle

  This book is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Sometimes both.

  Copyright © 2020 LMBPN Publishing

  Cover by Mihaela Voicu http://www.mihaelavoicu.com/

  Cover copyright © LMBPN Publishing

  A Michael Anderle Production

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  The distribution of this book without permission is a theft of the author’s intellectual property. If you would like permission to use material from the book (other than for review purposes), please contact [email protected]. Thank you for your support of the author’s rights.

  LMBPN Publishing

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  First US Edition, June 2020

  eBook ISBN: 978-1-64202-952-9

  Print ISBN: 978-1-64202-953-6

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  Chapter 44

  Chapter 45

  Chapter 46

  Chapter 47

  Chapter 48

  Chapter 49

  Chapter 50

  Chapter 51

  Chapter 52

  Chapter 53

  Chapter 54

  Chapter 55

  Chapter 56

  Chapter 57

  Chapter 58

  Chapter 59

  Chapter 60

  Chapter 61

  Chapter 62

  Chapter 63

  Chapter 64

  Chapter 65

  Chapter 66

  Chapter 67

  Chapter 68

  Chapter 69

  Chapter 70

  Chapter 71

  Chapter 72

  Chapter 73

  Chapter 74

  Chapter 75

  Chapter 76

  Chapter 77

  Chapter 78

  Chapter 79

  Chapter 80

  Chapter 81

  Chapter 82

  Chapter 83

  Chapter 84

  Chapter 85

  Chapter 86

  Chapter 87

  Chapter 88

  Chapter 89

  Chapter 90

  Chapter 91

  Chapter 92

  Chapter 93

  Chapter 94

  Chapter 95

  Chapter 96

  Chapter 97

  Chapter 98

  Chapter 99

  Chapter 100

  Chapter 101

  Chapter 102

  Chapter 103

  Chapter 104

  Chapter 105

  Chapter 106

  Chapter 107

  Chapter 108

  Chapter 109

  Chapter 110

  Chapter 111

  Chapter 112

  Chapter 113

  Chapter 114

  Chapter 115

  Chapter 116

  Chapter 117

  Chapter 118

  Chapter 119

  Chapter 120

  Chapter 121

  Chapter 122

  Chapter 123

  Chapter 124

  Chapter 125

  Chapter 126

  Chapter 127

  Chapter 128

  Chapter 129

  Chapter 130

  Chapter 131

  Chapter 132

  Chapter 133

  Chapter 134

  Chapter 135

  Chapter 136

  Chapter 137

  Chapter 138

  Chapter 139

  Chapter 140

  Chapter 141

  Chapter 142

  Chapter 143

  Sarah’s Author Notes

  Michael’s Author Notes

  Acknowledgments

  Books By Sarah Noffke

  Check out Sarah Noffke’s YA Sci-fi Fantasy Series

  Books By Michael Anderle

  Connect with The Authors

  The Rectify Injustice Team

  Thanks to the JIT Readers

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  Dave Hicks

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  Diane L. Smith

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  Jackey Hankard-Brodie

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  Kerry Mortimer

  Larry Omans

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  If we’ve missed anyone, please let us know!

  Editor

  The Skyhunter Editing Team

  For Diane H, whose support has meant so much. And for all the stickers!

  — Sarah

  To Family, Friends and

  Those Who Love

  to Read.

  May We All Enjoy Grace

  to Live the Life We Are

  Called.

  — Michael

  Chapter One

  Death by a thousand cuts would be a kinder death than what Trin Currante had planned for the man who had “recreated” her.

  As blood trickled down the face of the scientist currently bound in the chair before her, she smiled outwardly. The sight of blood had never bothered her. Staring down at her arms, which were covered in bolts and wires, she grimaced. No, blood didn’t bother her. She had a lot less of it than she should. Her body was made of metal, which grossed her out. It was unnatural and wrong, and the means by which it happened was far from ethical. Now Trin Currante was that much closer to finding the man behind what had been done to her.

  Mika Lenna.

  The light overhead created shadows on the prisoner’s face. The scientist Trin Currante had abducted spit out blood and a broken tooth that landed on the floor at her feet. She eyed it casually before bringing her chin up, the movement always marked by a motorized sound.

  This was the man who had done this to her. She remembered looking up from the operating table and seeing his cold gray eyes over the mask after being abducted. On Mika Lenna’s orders, he’d taken out her perfectly functioning organs and replaced them with magitech, turning her into the cyborg that she was.

  Alexander Drake,
one of the scientists Trin Currante had captured from the Saverus Corporation, for as worthless as he was had finally proven helpful. He had been the only scientist who didn’t get away when she stormed the place, looking for Mika Lenna and answers.

  The other scientists, along with Mika Lenna, had taken underground tunnels to flee, their plan if they were ever invaded by one of their “creations.” Unluckily for him, Drake had been in the bathroom when the sirens sounded, marking Trin Currante’s invasion.

  If she had known those sirens cued a protocol that erased all research data and procedures, Trin Currante wouldn’t have come into Saverus with guns blazing. Someone hit the alarm, and no one stayed to fight her. They all fled. All but Drake.

  He hadn’t been on the cyborg projects entirely, only assisting, and therefore, he couldn’t help to fix her, although reluctantly, he had advised. It was easy to encourage him since she had broken most of the bones in his hand during their initial conversation. Now he worked for her, maybe out of fear, but she wanted to believe also out of guilt. It was because of him she knew when the dragon eggs hatched that she’d need the blood of a young good and evil dragon. Those were gone now, and she needed a new strategy.

  Drake had come through, informing her after her hundredth time asking him to remember anything of use, that Samuel Jacobs ate a specific hot sauce manufactured and sold at a boutique store in Los Angeles. Samuel Jacobs was the man who had performed the surgery that ruined her life.

  The cyborg knew she should do a stakeout at the hot sauce shop until she saw Samuel Jacobs, and follow him until he led her back to the new headquarters for the Saverus Corporation. Since the change, she hadn’t been good at controlling her temper.

  When she saw the soulless gray-haired man enter the store to get his favorite hot sauce, her rage got the best of her. On his way out of the shop, she attacked him and abducted him the same way they’d taken her, gagged and bound.

  Trin Currante had been so patient, biding her time as the librarian for the Great Library, waiting to secure the information she needed to reverse what had been done to her. She’d practiced delayed gratification every step of the way toward her recovery and retribution. When she saw the man who remade her, something took over. Something she couldn’t resist.

  Now Samuel Jacobs was sitting in front of her, covered in his own blood, more dead than alive in a darkened room that often bobbed up and down, since they were on a ship.

  Trin Currante knew how it felt. That was every day for her. The Saverus Corporation had made her into a machine when she had once been a perfectly functioning magician. And why?

  According to Alexander Drake, Mika Lenna had an obsession with making monsters. The Finnish billionaire had a company before the Saverus Corporation that made genetically altered werewolves. The place, Olento Research, had abducted men and turned them into monsters, all because Mika Lenna wanted to see if he could do it, and because he had investors who wanted deadly assassins.

  The project had gone to hell when the subjects escaped and rebelled. Mika Lenna, in an effort to become the alpha wolf and get his “projects” back, had dosed himself with the most powerful drug meant to make him a werewolf. It took him over and killed him. Or so they thought.

  According to Alexander Drake, Mika Lenna wasn’t even close to dead, but since his heart wasn’t beating, he was issued a death certificate and buried. Bad men have a way of coming back from the dead. In Mika Lenna’s case, he clawed up from his grave and returned to the world he wasn’t happy in unless he was mutilating something.

  Trin Currante had to give it to him. Mika Lenna was a survivor. He’d been able to come back from nothing and start the Saverus Corporation, again abducting innocent people, magicians this time, and turn them into cyborgs. He did it to hundreds of them.

  Why wasn’t even the question for Trin Currante. She just wanted to know where this diabolical mad man was so she could destroy him and everything he valued. There was no way she was stopping until she brought Mika Lenna down.

  The man had survived for this long because he knew how to hide, and was great at running. However, she had the one person who could lead her to him—his head scientist—Samuel Jacobs.

  Lowering her face and pressing it into his, she narrowed her eyes, looking into his rimmed with blood. “Tell me where the new Saverus headquarters is.”

  Samuel Jacobs shook his head, his face swelling from the beating he’s endured.

  She grabbed his chin with her metal hand, gripping it so tightly she could feel the bones ready to give way. He didn’t even moan, although she knew the pain had to be excruciating. “You realize I’ll kill you if you don’t tell me, right?” she asked through gritted teeth.

  Again, he shook his head but tried to move his jaw. She released him, but only so he could talk.

  “There are things worse than death,” he said, bubbles of blood spilling from his mouth.

  She laughed. “Like living your life looking like a freak no one can understand.” Trin Currante motioned to her body. She used to be beautiful, with high cheekbones and voluptuous hips. Now her black hair was mostly live wires that danced around her head and bits of metal peeking out from the skin on her face.

  Samuel Jacobs narrowed his swollen eyes at her. “No, like your entire family being punished if you so much as breathe a word about where the Saverus Corporation or Mika Lenna is located.”

  Trin Currante blew out a breath. So that’s how Mika Lenna was maintaining secrecy. Of course.

  If threatened, most would talk. Life was the most precious thing in the world. Family for many trumped that. Hostages would talk if afraid their lives hung in the balance. The one thing that ensured compliance if they were captured by the enemy was not to kill them but threaten their families if they talked.

  Trin Currante considered threatening to find Samuel Jacobs’ family. She’d beat Mika Lenna to it. Jacobs would have to pick Trin Currante if she was the one making the bold threats.

  She couldn’t do it.

  Innocent people shouldn’t have to die for her to take down an evil corporation. That’s the way she wanted it, anyway. She’d already had to do despicable things to the Dragon Elite, and they hadn’t even worked. Which was one reason she was here interrogating the man who’d made her. Alexander Drake had figured out that even if they had the freshly hatched dragon’s blood, he didn’t know the formula to fix her. Only Mika Lenna would know that, and the one person who could tell her where to find him wasn’t talking.

  They’d been at this for hours, and Samuel Jacobs wasn’t any closer to telling her than he was in the beginning. Now Trin Currante realized why. He was going to take the beating, knowing it would probably result in his death.

  Looking at his face covered in blood didn’t bring her satisfaction anymore. Deforming him with assaults hadn’t been as rewarding as she thought. Trin Currante reasoned that was because whatever they’d done to her at Saverus, she still had her soul.

  Lowering her face, she looked into Samuel Jacobs’ eyes.

  “You won’t tell me where Mika Lenna is or why he did what he did,” she began, turning off her olfactory senses, not wanting to smell his stink. “Tell me why you did it. Those might be the last words you ever speak, so make them good.”

  He looked at her, a sadistic smile on his face. “That’s where you’re wrong. I will tell you why Mika did it. Simple. He’s sick like that. Me? Well, I did it for the money.”

  The rage took over her. Trin Currante’s metal hand reached out without her permission. It wrapped around his neck, and with a force no human could survive, her hand jerked swiftly, breaking his neck with a horrible popping sound.

  Samuel Jacobs’ chin fell forward as the scientist died instantly.

  Trin Currante backed for the door, horrified by what she’d done and also surprised she hadn’t done it earlier.

  She shook her head at the dead man before her. “You are sick too,” Trin Currante said, motioning to her body. “No amount of money wou
ld make a sane person do this to another.”

 

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