Primal Law

by Tyler, J. D.

  She shot Jax a look before answering. “Please pardon Jax. His animal side gets a bit testy when other guys so much as breathe in my direction.”

  “Yeah, well. No harm done.” He dismissed the incident.

  Good thing, because Jax offered no explanation or apology. There wasn’t time for the first, and his wolf said screw the second. Kira was his. Period.

  Introductions were brief, Nick getting right to the point. They were in and out, and A.J. was coming with them. The man’s lack of resistance made Jax think the guard and their boss had discussed this beforehand, and he suspected A.J. had been briefed on what the Alpha Project was all about.

  In fact, there was something about the way he held himself, the ease of his movements, that told Jax this man was more than a run-of-the-mill security guard. A.J. kept an eye on the position of each man, and was also very aware of his surroundings, keeping his ears open. Oh, his scent was human, but Jax would bet his life savings the man had a military background, or was a former cop.

  And if so, how had he wound up working here? It would be a definite career step down.

  There wasn’t time to speculate further, because A.J. took the lead, pointing to a corner. “See that camera? When it points toward the bay doors, we haul ass to the elevator. Get ready . . . Go!”

  Kira right behind him, they jogged for the elevator. A.J. punched the down button and the doors slid open, and they hurried inside. Before the camera completed its circuit, they were on their way to the basement.

  “How many other guards are on duty tonight?” Nick asked.

  “Two, as far as the regular uniformed ones like me. But Kira’s disappearance coupled with some items we heard were missing from the lab have the big guys really nervous. There are some suits hanging around, and they’re armed.”

  The guard’s choice of words caught Jax’s attention. “You heard about some items reported missing? There wasn’t an official notice or memo to the company’s employees about the theft?”

  A.J.’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Of course not. Wouldn’t that be like a serial killer publicly complaining that someone had swiped his victim from under his nose?”

  No one found fault with that logic.

  “That’s one more nail in Chappell’s coffin,” Nick said as they exited the elevator. “Assuming he’s the apex of the power structure.”

  “But you don’t think so,” Jax observed.

  “No, I don’t. That’s too easy, and if I’ve learned anything in my existence it’s that no move in the game of world domination is ever simple.”

  Too true. His boss’s quiet words made him shudder, and wonder where all of these threads would lead. Even a powerful PreCog like Nick couldn’t know everything. But if the white wolf could keep them one step ahead of death and destruction, it would be more than any of their former leaders—human or not—had been able to accomplish.

  The group trekked down a long brightly lit corridor, everyone strung tight, waiting for discovery. The sound of a raised alarm. But the building was eerily silent as they went, footsteps shuffling on the concrete and echoing off the stark walls. Close to the end, Kira gestured to a closed door, no different in appearance from the others lining the passage.

  “This is the lab where I got the samples,” she told them, keeping her voice low. “I didn’t get a chance to do a very thorough search, but the corresponding paperwork to whatever tests they’re conducting should be here unless they’ve moved it.”

  “Let’s give it a try,” Nick said. “Even though they brought in extra muscle, I doubt they banked on the cavalry showing up so soon.”

  Inside, they found pretty much what Jax expected. There weren’t any grisly body parts hanging from the ceiling or spread on the counter for dissection, à la Texas Chain Saw Massacre. The space was clean and orderly, so sterile one could eat off the counter. Not that anyone would.

  Kira removed a Ziploc bag from one of the large pockets of her camos. “I’m going to grab a few more samples from the cabinets. The records will be on the computer, through there,” she said, pointing toward an office. “They might also have hard copies in the filing cabinet we can copy, but if one of you can hack in, it’ll be much easier to download all the info onto a thumb drive.”

  Zan held up the small device in question and headed for the office. “I’ll give it a shot. How will I know what I’m looking for?”

  Nick answered. “Just download everything and we’ll sort through it later.”

  “Gotcha.” Ryon and Nick followed him, while Aric and A.J. stood near the door, listening for any sign of unwelcome company.

  Jax accompanied Kira across the room and watched as she fished an old key from her pocket. She tried to use it to unlock the cabinet, but it wouldn’t fit.

  “Damn it. This is the key I stole from Dr. Bowman and used to get in before. They must’ve changed the lock.” She tossed it aside in frustration.

  “Here, let me help.”

  Reaching up, he grabbed the handle and pulled with steady force. He was tempted to smile at her dubious expression, but his macho display was using the precious reserves of energy he still had left. The wood began to creak, groan . . . and then snapped with a sharp crack. He tossed the cabinet door onto the counter and gestured to the many containers inside.

  “There you go. Have at it.”

  “Wow. Thanks.”

  “Anytime.”

  Quickly, she set about sorting through the samples, discarding some and taking others. Soon her baggie was filled with more of the type of tissue she’d brought them before. “That should be enough,” she said, sealing the plastic. “Let’s go see if Zan is having any luck.”

  In the small lab office, Zan was hunkered at the computer, frowning at the screen along with Ryon and Nick. The thumb drive was in place, downloads apparently progressing.

  “What’s so interesting?” Jax asked. Kira moved to his side, pressing close.

  “I can’t make much of this testing stuff—nothing at all, really—but I’ve noticed that each document has a number at the top. I think they’re using case file numbers instead of names to ID their test subjects.”

  “That would be standard,” Kira said. “NewLife has to protect the identities of organ donors and their recipients.”

  “Yeah, but even so, their corresponding names would be recorded somewhere, right?”

  “They should be,” she told him. “Also, see how there’s a date at the top of each section of the document? That shows the date each test was done on the subject, with a description of what was done and how the subject reacted to whatever they did.”

  Nick spoke up. “So what we’ve found is the doctors’ files on what’s being done to each person and when, whether they’re human or shifter.”

  Kira nodded. “Looks like it. I’d feel better if Zan hurries and gets it all, like you said, so we can get the hell out of here and study this stuff later.”

  “She’s right,” Jax said, a sense of urgency riding him harder than before. “And we’ve still got more poking around to do before we can go.”

  Nick let out a breath. “There’s a stench permeating the very walls of this place. Blood, sweat, hunger, terror, death. We need to hurry, or more lives will be lost.”

  Zan completed the transfer of data in a matter of minutes and pocketed the thumb drive. Jax prayed the proof they needed was on the device, because they’d never be able to get inside a NewLife property again without launching a full-blown attack.

  When they were ready to move again, Nick glanced between Kira and A.J. “Where to now?”

  “I found something interesting after Kira took off the other night,” A.J. said in a low voice. “This isn’t the only area restricted to regular staff.”

  “You located another one? How? Where?” Kira asked anxiously.

  “I was thinking about it—if they’re down here doing their mad scientist gig, then where are the lab rats?”

  Kira’s eyes widened. “You found them?�
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  “Maybe. But we won’t know unless we can get past the big-assed solid steel vault-style door that’s standing smack in our way.”

  “I’ve got an idea of how to take care of that,” Aric said with a grim smile. “You play tour guide and I’ll be the demolition man.”

  Thirteen

  Being back here was harder than Kira had anticipated. She’d barely escaped before, and now a sense of impending doom was closing bony fingers around her throat, urging her to get the hell out. Fast.

  That wasn’t the worst of it, though. Jax was doing his best tough-guy routine, but she could tell he was hurting. His limp was more pronounced than ever, his face pale. He wasn’t scratching anymore, but she wasn’t entirely certain that was a positive sign. What if his body was giving up the ghost? Shutting down?

  What if the choice to mate wasn’t hers anymore? If she’d waited too long, would he die?

  Oh, God. It was more imperative than ever that they finish up and make tracks. Whatever was hidden in this building couldn’t be worth Jax’s life and the lives of his friends. Could it?

  But she knew none of them could leave without knowing for sure whether there were people hidden here. Being sliced, experimented on, tortured beyond what any being should be forced to endure. And for what purpose? It was madness.

  A.J. stuck his head out to check the corridor, then motioned for them to follow. She wasn’t surprised when he led them in the opposite direction from the service elevator that would ascend to the parking garage and to escape. Every step made her more and more uneasy. No, downright scared.

  She tried reminding herself that she was with a team of badass shifters, ones with special Psy abilities to boot. But on the heels of that thought came another; if Dr. Mallory and the other researchers at the Institute were correct, then whoever was experimenting on humans and shifters clearly knew how to capture and hurt them. Endlessly. Until their bodies gave out.

  Stop it!

  By the time they reached the far end of the corridor, she was sweating, pushing back mind-numbing fear. It was an effort, but she couldn’t afford to let them down. If this went south she refused to be the square cog that upset the machine.

  A.J. gestured to a door marked HIGH VOLTAGE—KEEP OUT! and produced a key. “Got hold of the master key ring a couple of days ago, and found the one that opened this lock. When I saw that the warning sign is either wrong or more likely a fake, and there’s not anything electrical in here, I went looking. After I discovered the hidden passage, I made a copy of the key and put the ring back.”

  “Hidden passage?” Aric snorted. “Jeez, I’m starting to channel a little Indiana Jones.”

  “As long as there are no flying poison spikes or boulders rigged to crush our asses, I’m good.” This from Zan, who was only half-joking. The other half was ready for anything.

  Once inside the room, A.J. closed the door quietly and waved a hand at the space, which was filled with empty boxes, crates, and palettes. “As you can see, nothing much here but junk. When I first came in and looked around, I almost left right away. But then I was struck by how orderly this junk is. Almost too neat.”

  “Strategically placed,” Nick observed. “There’s not much dirt or dust.”

  “Right. So I looked around a little more. And I found this.” Picking his way between stacks, he left them to follow.

  Single file, they did, careful not to upset any of the boxes or crates. On the far wall, in the corner, was another door. Her friend used the same key to unlock this one, and pushed it open. Well-oiled, it didn’t make a sound. As she moved closer to get a good look, she blinked at the sight of a staircase on the other side, descending into nothingness, it seemed.

  “The vault, and whatever is inside, is at the bottom,” A.J. told them. “No regular key, just a security panel with card-key access—and sorry. I couldn’t lay hands on one. There’s also a number pad that I’m guessing is an override if the card doesn’t work, but I was afraid to try and hack it. Might set off an alarm. Plus, I wasn’t prepared to face by myself whatever I might find. I was damned glad when Kira called me and said you all were coming.”

  “You did the right thing,” Nick assured him. “Let’s move.”

  As they went into the bowels of the earth, Jax reached out and squeezed her hand, gave her a reassuring smile that made her heart trip. Damn, could it be love between them?

  At the bottom, the group closed the remaining distance to the steel vault, which did indeed appear to be impenetrable. Aric walked right up, laid a palm on the smooth surface, and nodded.

  “Piece of cake. Stand back, guys.”

  They gave him space and he closed his eyes, keeping his hand flat against the center of the door, leaning his body into the touch. At first nothing happened, and then after one long minute, the metal around his hand began to glow. Fascinated, she remained silent, guessing that he intended to blow up the entire barrier or perhaps make the vault slide open.

  Wrong on both counts. As the metal glowed red and began to melt away from his palm, spreading outward, she stifled a gasp. She had no idea a Firestarter could use heat energy to manipulate metal—or at least this one could.

  When at last he staggered backward, panting, sweat trickling down his temples, auburn hair sticking to his face, a man-sized hole had been torched in the middle. Jax caught his friend, steadied him.

  “Gotcha. You okay?”

  “Yeah,” he said quietly, none of his usual snarky bravado in evidence. “Thanks.”

  “You need to stay here, catch your breath?”

  “Nah, man, I’m gold. Let’s do this.”

  “Holy shit,” A.J. breathed, gingerly touching a finger to the edge of the melted steel. “Who the fuck are you people?”

  “Told you explanations wouldn’t do us justice,” Nick said, clapping him on the shoulder. “You just have to watch and learn.”

  “Apparently so.”

  Their boss gestured to the newly made entrance. “I’ll go in first. Wait for me to make sure it’s clear.”

  Nick ducked slightly and stepped through the hole, vanishing. Tension rose as the seconds ticked by, his team antsy, not liking their boss and friend in uncharted territory without them at his back. Kira didn’t blame them. As her eyes adjusted and senses heightened, she saw a dim glow in the room beyond, and smelled something really . . . putrid.

  Nick appeared, his expression stony. “We have three dead and a couple of captives in bad shape. Got to free them and get out of here. Right fucking now.”

  As the others started after him, Jax took her arm in a gentle grip. “I don’t want you in there.”

  “Any more than I want to go, but I’m not staying here by myself. So forget it.”

  Reluctantly he let her go. “All right, just stick close.”

  She snorted. “Like that’ll be a problem.”

  She was practically glued to his back as they climbed through the hole and surveyed the gloomy prison.

  “Oh my God,” she whispered. “Jax . . .”

  “Jesus Christ.” He tried to block her view with his body. “Baby, don’t look.”

  Too late. Stepping around him, she stared in horror, her brain struggling to comprehend such depraved cruelty. The stench took her breath away, a close second only to the awful sight before them.

  One corner of a large chamber was taken up by what could have been nothing else but a place to torture the captives. A vinyl dentist chair was coated in dark stains and surrounded by tables of instruments—pliers, rope, saws, knives, drain cleaner, funnels, and other tools. More than she could name.

  The rest of the room was filled with cages. Literally stacked with them, no more than three feet square, not nearly large enough for a full-grown human or shifter to stand, sit, or lie down in comfortably. And in those cages, the victims.

  Emaciated, skin pulled taut over bones. Naked, curled into fetal positions, wasting away in their own filth, eyes devoid of hope. Eyes sunken and staring, some empty of lif
e.

  Kira’s gorge rose and she spun, found the nearest corner, and dropped to her knees. She promptly lost her dinner and was vaguely aware of a large hand rubbing circles on her back. Jax, comforting her. Always there, strong and silent.

  “You okay?”

  “Yeah,” she said weakly. Using the edge of her shirt, she wiped her mouth and stood, too queasy to be embarrassed. “Or I will be, when we get the survivors home.”

  Something flashed in his eyes, and he nodded. “Let’s see what we can do to speed things along.”

  There wasn’t much to do but hover anxiously as Nick and Aric extracted one captive, Zan and Ryon the other. Both were males.

  “They’re shifters,” Ryon said, studying the unconscious male in his arms. “Not sure what kind, but I don’t scent a wolf.”

  “Me neither.” Zan sniffed, and then froze. Slowly, he walked to a cage next to the one he and Ryon had pulled their victim from. Leaning close to the bars, he scented the area and shook his head. “It can’t be.”

  Jax stalked over. “What?”

  “Micah,” Zan whispered. “I smell him. In that empty cage. My God, is it possible?”

  The others exchanged stunned glances.

  “Z-Man, Micah’s dead,” Jax said quietly.

  “Are we sure? How do we know?” His friend’s voice took on a note of desperation.

  “I saw them myself. They were dead, Zan.”

  “How do we know?” he practically shouted. “Grant sent in a clean-up crew to take care of the bodies. We were injured, out of commission, and we never saw them afterward, dead and on a slab! And now I’m telling you, I caught Micah’s scent in there.”

  “Which would mean our high-up government friends—the assholes who’re supposed to be on our side—lied to us,” Aric put in, voice cold. “Ain’t like that’s never happened before.”

  The words fell between them like stones, and Kira watched helplessly as they realized what they’d uncovered tonight was a mere thread that would unravel a much bigger scheme than they’d dreamed in their worst nightmares.

  Jax’s jaw worked in impotent rage. “Then what really happened that night? How did Micah end up here, and where the fuck is he now?”