Chapter 11
“It’s the two missing soldiers,” Major Jenkins said.
Two men lay on the floor near an open storage container where, apparently, they’d been stashed. Dr. Monte Blair knelt over one, a medical bag at his side.
“Are they dead?” asked Calvin.
“No, just unconscious,” said Monte. “Being trapped in a crumpled position for an hour isn’t good on the joints, but it’s not the worst thing in the galaxy either. These men were lucky. I see no cuts, no teeth marks, not even bruises. I’m not sure how the lycan incapacitated them.”
“If he was the one who did it.” Calvin thought of the missing surveillance tape. And the fact that even a lycan shouldn’t have been able to slip past the force field. It was a force field after all.
“You think it was one of ours?” asked Captain Pellew.
“Can’t rule it out.” Calvin bent down to look at the unconscious soldiers. “Either that or someone else was on the transport besides the werewolf.”
“And the Nighthawk’s scanners missed them? Impossible,” said Pellew. “A craft that size in open sight? We have the best equipment in the fleet, and we sealed that ship shut after our last soldier was back aboard. We definitely would have seen someone.”
Calvin shrugged. “At this point I’m willing to believe anything. And suspect anyone. Considering what’s happened lately, I don’t think anything’s crazy anymore.” He rose to his feet and smoothed out his uniform.
“Monte, get these men to the infirmary at once. I want them to stay there until we’ve had a chance to question them. Let me know the minute they come to.” Calvin looked at the major. “Jenkins, I need you to post some men at the infirmary for the time being.”
“Agreed.” The major nodded. “Captain Pellew, see to it.”
“Right away, sir.”
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