about there,” she replied,
punching a few more keys then wagging her eyebrows smiled as the screen jumped
to life. “Tada!”
“Great, I want to know what this
asshole's interest with me is,” Thorn grunted, tossing her file on the desk.
****
John flipped through the phone log
for the past month for the second time, gradually eliminating one number after
another. One number continued to pop up. It appeared to originate somewhere
near base however the extension dialed was a small office off the dayroom, not
the lab or doctors quarters.
The uneasiness in his gut from
earlier returned with a vengeance. Something was hiding here just below the
surface, taunting John to discover it. John
looked at his team mates scattered about the room. All seemed buried in their
task, all that was but one.
Beamer had a strange half smirk on
his face as he flipped through a surveillance log he was suppose to be examining.
Every now and then, he’d check his watch and the slight grin would get a bit
larger. Something was definitely off. John motioned for Hark who stopped what
he was doing and came over, taking the seat to his right.
“I want you to go the control room and
have them pull the images for the team office for these days and times,” John
said low, sliding the highlighted paper toward the other man. “If I’m right we
have a fox in the hen house,” he said, shooting a glance across the room to
reveal his suspicion.
“You go it,” Hark replied quietly
before standing and heading out.
John wondered if Thorn and Miss
Williams had found anything of interest yet. He was glad she wasn't here, knowing she was safely out
of the area if his qualms were to be confirmed. The last thing he wanted was
for her to become a target because of anger directed at him. Still, he longed
to have her at his side. H sighed with realization. He loved the woman, even if
they’d only truly known each other a short while.
Hark reappeared a cross look on his
face telling the results before he could speak.
“What are we going to do?” he asked
as John surveyed the room and considered the next step.
“Lock the door. It’s time for some
answers.”
John stood, shooting Bell a silent
command to flank Beamer as Hark clicked the deadbolt into place. The resonating
click caused Beamer to raise his head, his eyes going wide as he realized the
entire team now stalked toward him. They had him cut off, nowhere to go, no one
to call.
“I want some answers,” John growled
as he felt his beast vibrate through him, ready for a battle it knew would
come.
“I don’t know what you’re talking
about,” came Beamers snarling response as he stood, knocking his chair over in
his haste.
“Then perhaps you can explain these
or why you keep checking your watch. What are you waiting for?” Rose countered,
tossing the pile of papers he’d been examining across the table.
“You have no idea,” Beamer shrieked,
his body shaking in rage. “None of you're half of him and he wants her. What he
wants he gets!”
“What have you done, worm?” Bell
asked as he moved to close the space separating them.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Thorn gathered her entire file up
along with several things Karen printed from the doctor’s computer and began to
follow the woman out, intent on rejoining the guys in the dayroom. This was a
lot to absorb. She’d been thinking that her run in with the creature while at
work was just a case of being at the wrong place at the wrong time. However, with
these new revelations she was no longer so certain. Could she really be a
target of some sort? She was no one of real importance in these matters.
She waited as Karen punched in the
code, which would open the door back to the corridor, her arms loaded down and
her mind on the hope John might have found something as well. The large metal
entries slid apart and Thorn felt her heart nearly burst from her chest as she
looked into the face of her brother Thomas standing before her.
punching a few more keys then wagging her eyebrows smiled as the screen jumped
to life. “Tada!”
“Great, I want to know what this
asshole's interest with me is,” Thorn grunted, tossing her file on the desk.
****
John flipped through the phone log
for the past month for the second time, gradually eliminating one number after
another. One number continued to pop up. It appeared to originate somewhere
near base however the extension dialed was a small office off the dayroom, not
the lab or doctors quarters.
The uneasiness in his gut from
earlier returned with a vengeance. Something was hiding here just below the
surface, taunting John to discover it. John
looked at his team mates scattered about the room. All seemed buried in their
task, all that was but one.
Beamer had a strange half smirk on
his face as he flipped through a surveillance log he was suppose to be examining.
Every now and then, he’d check his watch and the slight grin would get a bit
larger. Something was definitely off. John motioned for Hark who stopped what
he was doing and came over, taking the seat to his right.
“I want you to go the control room and
have them pull the images for the team office for these days and times,” John
said low, sliding the highlighted paper toward the other man. “If I’m right we
have a fox in the hen house,” he said, shooting a glance across the room to
reveal his suspicion.
“You go it,” Hark replied quietly
before standing and heading out.
John wondered if Thorn and Miss
Williams had found anything of interest yet. He was glad she wasn't here, knowing she was safely out
of the area if his qualms were to be confirmed. The last thing he wanted was
for her to become a target because of anger directed at him. Still, he longed
to have her at his side. H sighed with realization. He loved the woman, even if
they’d only truly known each other a short while.
Hark reappeared a cross look on his
face telling the results before he could speak.
“What are we going to do?” he asked
as John surveyed the room and considered the next step.
“Lock the door. It’s time for some
answers.”
John stood, shooting Bell a silent
command to flank Beamer as Hark clicked the deadbolt into place. The resonating
click caused Beamer to raise his head, his eyes going wide as he realized the
entire team now stalked toward him. They had him cut off, nowhere to go, no one
to call.
“I want some answers,” John growled
as he felt his beast vibrate through him, ready for a battle it knew would
come.
“I don’t know what you’re talking
about,” came Beamers snarling response as he stood, knocking his chair over in
his haste.
“Then perhaps you can explain these
or why you keep checking your watch. What are you waiting for?” Rose countered,
tossing the pile of papers he’d been examining across the table.
“You have no idea,” Beamer shrieked,
his body shaking in rage. “None of you're half of him and he wants her. What he
wants he gets!”
“What have you done, worm?” Bell
asked as he moved to close the space separating them.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Thorn gathered her entire file up
along with several things Karen printed from the doctor’s computer and began to
follow the woman out, intent on rejoining the guys in the dayroom. This was a
lot to absorb. She’d been thinking that her run in with the creature while at
work was just a case of being at the wrong place at the wrong time. However, with
these new revelations she was no longer so certain. Could she really be a
target of some sort? She was no one of real importance in these matters.
She waited as Karen punched in the
code, which would open the door back to the corridor, her arms loaded down and
her mind on the hope John might have found something as well. The large metal
entries slid apart and Thorn felt her heart nearly burst from her chest as she
looked into the face of her brother Thomas standing before her.
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