Samson
"He's a big one."
The anger was instant. The
rage explosive. I stared through the thick iron bars, stalking from one side
of my cell to the other. My growl was low, threatening. I'd tear apart any who
came near me. I'd end them without blinking an eyelash.
I lunged at the bars,
snickering when the three men watching me jumped back.
Pansy ass bastards.
They were weak. Fools. They
dared to take me captive, to toss me into a cage like an animal. They were
dead men and they didn't even know it. Their bodies just hadn't caught up with
their fate.
One guy chuckled, the sound
nervous and forced. "Oh, yeah, he'll do."
"The boss will go nuts over
him," the one in the middle stated.
I knew they were guards simply
from the things they said. I just didn't think they were very good guards. If
I had been them and I was faced with me, I would have had me in shackles at
the very least. They didn't even have me tied up.
Idiots.
I still couldn't believe I had
ended up here. Wherever here was. The guys back at headquarters were going to
laugh their asses off if they ever learned about this.
It had been a simple
termination assignment. My mark was a coyote shifter for fuck's sake. They
were not the sharpest crayons in the box. Even the five who had been waiting
for me should not have been able to take me.
I curled my lip back as I
glanced at the blue feather tipped dart I had pulled from my thigh once I woke
up. It explained a lot. I was ashamed to admit I had walked right into the
trap they set up for me.
They shouldn't have even known
I was coming.
Someone had squealed.
And as soon as I escaped
whatever hell this was, I was going to find whoever had blabbed and show them
why it was a very bad idea to piss me off.
I knew my pride would come for
me just as soon as they figured out where I was. I had stayed in contact with
my handler, even checking in with Ion before I went to scout out the warehouse
where my mark was supposed to be meeting his associates to broker a gun deal.
Ion knew the location of the warehouse. He had given it to me.
I just didn't think I was in
the warehouse anymore.
I shot a quick look around my
cell. It was made of mostly stone. I could hear water trickling somewhere off
in the distance, but it was more of a leaky pipe sound rather than a creek.
There was also a stench of rot and mold saturating the air. It almost
overshadowed the despair that seemed to seep from the very pours of the cell.
Almost.
I suspected whoever had
occupied my cell before me had died a horrible death. The smirk on the faces
of the three men facing me from their relative safety on the other side of the
iron bars told me I was headed in the same direction if I didn't find a way
out of my cell.
They didn't concern me.
The single iron barred door
behind me did. It was dark. Even with my enhanced eyesight, I couldn't tell
where it went beyond a stone tunnel that led away from my cell.
When one of the men watching
me raised a black dart gun and pointed it in my direction, I growled. I
tensed, my muscles hardening. I clenched my hands, wishing I could reach the
three men and pound them into the ground.
I dove out of the way when the
man pulled the trigger and an orange feather tipped dart shot out, headed
right for me. I wanted to laugh at the anger I could see on the man's face,
but there wasn't time. The guard pulled the trigger again.
As I dove out of the way of
that dart, I missed the one fired by the other guy, and the guard next to him.
Two darts hit me in the chest simultaneously. The first guy shot me again,
this time in the leg.
The guy laughed. "That should
amp him up nice and good."
I pulled out the darts and
brought them to my nose. There was an acidic smell to all three darts, but I
couldn't place it. I did detect a chemical component to the smell so I was
pretty sure it wasn't natural.
Which meant I had just been
dosed with some sort of drug.
Fucking peachy.
It was a little different than
the one I had pulled out earlier, so I wondered what it was. I tossed the
darts into the corner and went back to staring at the three men. They seemed
quite amused, which probably didn't bode well for me.
Especially when I felt my skin
begin to itch.
I clenched my hands again.
Blood had started rushing through my system, setting me on edge. I was growing
agitated. Uneasy. It was almost as if I had been given a massive dose of
adrenaline.
If that was true, the guards
on the other side of the iron bars weren't going to be laughing much longer. I
was stronger than most on most days. Shot full of adrenaline, I'd rip the bars
right out of the wall and beat the guards with them.
The thought actually brought a
smile to my lips.
I narrowed my eyes and turned
when I heard a grating noise behind me. A deep foreboding entered me when I
saw the iron gate leading into darkness raising. I wasn't stupid. I knew I was
supposed to go wherever the dark tunnel led.
I just didn't want to.
I jerked when another dart
embedded into my thigh. I snarled at the three guards. I so wanted to rip them
into tiny little pieces.
My blood started pounding
through my body, my agitation growing.
When all three of the men
lifted their dart guns, I stepped into the tunnel. I knew I was playing right
into their hands, but I didn't want to get shot with another dart. I could
already feel my heart rate beating out of control.
I didn't have long to walk
before I started to see light at the end of the tunnel. I hoped it wasn't an
oncoming train.
A little farther and I started
to hear noise, nothing specific. More like the low murmur of many voices.
Yeah, it was probably a train, or something just as dangerous. I stopped at
the edge of the opening at the far end of the tunnel. It was easy to see that
the second I stepped out into the light, my life was going to get very busy.
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