at the question. “We can bring her here, keep her safe,” Marshall
insisted. “There’s no reason for her to be unhappy when we can help her.”
“Yeah, well, I thought I was safe, too,
until I went to scope out the house I was supposed to target. They’d been there
all day waiting, taking care of everything, so when I got there, all they had
to do was pop a couple in my head and make an anonymous call.” She looked at
Dylan to finish. “I wasn’t doing too bad at first. Once I jumped over the fence,
I went to the doghouse on the neighbor’s property. I’d already stashed my
street clothes there and a set of night ones. Black on black to hide better. I
was bleeding pretty well by then, and my head was pounding. But I knew hanging
around would get me killed.”
“Do you know what time you were hit?”
She nodded. “21:57.”
“That means you were off line for twelve
hours before Dylan found you. Where did you go?”
“I don’t know for sure. I had to
backtrack until I got so lost that I didn’t know how to get back. I had planted
a car as a means to escape, but I couldn’t remember how to get to it. Then
there was the blood. I couldn’t keep walking around leaving a path of
breadcrumbs for them, so I found an empty building and stayed there long enough
to rest. The next thing I knew, I was seeing this house in the clearing and had
to get rid of the drive. I couldn’t go far, I knew, so I put it under the
broken step.”
“And had you not survived, how would you
have been justified for all this work?” Jack didn’t answer, but Marshall knew.
“Casey has a copy, or knows where one is.”
They stared at one another, and she just
knew that he was searching her mind. She had no idea if he could actually do
that, but figured if Dylan could, then it could stand to reason that everyone
could. She felt a small touch, a sort of tickle to her mind, and stilled.
“He can’t read your mind. But you should
know that you and I can speak this way and no one else can hear us.” She glanced at
him. “All mates have a link. I would imagine that Warren and Marshall have
one, as well, though I don’t know of any other gay weres, but I’m sure there
are plenty.”
“This thing, this link, is it just weres
or can anyone do it? The reason I ask is because when I found Monica, she said
a wolf was chasing her and she was a little off. Could someone have gone in and
fucked with her mind?” Dylan stood suddenly and left the room. “Dylan?”
“I’ll be right back. Help them as much
as you can, but don’t mention the wolf yet. I want to check on something.” She looked at
the others in the room and smiled.
“Casey doesn’t know what it is, but she
knows where to find it. And I’ve set it up that if anything should happen to
her, anything, the file hits the papers.” Marshall nodded. “I trust her because
she’s trusted me. You? I don’t know.”
“Understandable. But if someone else
were to get the file from her, what then? Do you know what that can do to
National Security?” Marshall got up to pace. “Even if we take out the pictures
of Warren and me, the other stuff in there would destroy all we’ve worked for.”
“I never said it was a file.” Reed
looked at her, and she smiled at him. “I know probably more about computers and
programs than four of him. He’s good, but I’m better. Casey checks in weekly.
She misses one week its fine, two it notifies me. If I don’t respond within a
week, it hits the papers, all of them.”
Marshall sat down next to Warren and
reached for his hand. “You know she hasn’t contacted you. You know she’s still
alive.”
“I spoke with her yesterday. She wants
to come home but knows that if she does she’s dead. She also knows that I’d
been hurt. Hard not to pick up a paper and see my face plastered all over the
place. But what she doesn’t know about is what you people are. She is a great
friend and a better doctor. If you ever needed another
insisted. “There’s no reason for her to be unhappy when we can help her.”
“Yeah, well, I thought I was safe, too,
until I went to scope out the house I was supposed to target. They’d been there
all day waiting, taking care of everything, so when I got there, all they had
to do was pop a couple in my head and make an anonymous call.” She looked at
Dylan to finish. “I wasn’t doing too bad at first. Once I jumped over the fence,
I went to the doghouse on the neighbor’s property. I’d already stashed my
street clothes there and a set of night ones. Black on black to hide better. I
was bleeding pretty well by then, and my head was pounding. But I knew hanging
around would get me killed.”
“Do you know what time you were hit?”
She nodded. “21:57.”
“That means you were off line for twelve
hours before Dylan found you. Where did you go?”
“I don’t know for sure. I had to
backtrack until I got so lost that I didn’t know how to get back. I had planted
a car as a means to escape, but I couldn’t remember how to get to it. Then
there was the blood. I couldn’t keep walking around leaving a path of
breadcrumbs for them, so I found an empty building and stayed there long enough
to rest. The next thing I knew, I was seeing this house in the clearing and had
to get rid of the drive. I couldn’t go far, I knew, so I put it under the
broken step.”
“And had you not survived, how would you
have been justified for all this work?” Jack didn’t answer, but Marshall knew.
“Casey has a copy, or knows where one is.”
They stared at one another, and she just
knew that he was searching her mind. She had no idea if he could actually do
that, but figured if Dylan could, then it could stand to reason that everyone
could. She felt a small touch, a sort of tickle to her mind, and stilled.
“He can’t read your mind. But you should
know that you and I can speak this way and no one else can hear us.” She glanced at
him. “All mates have a link. I would imagine that Warren and Marshall have
one, as well, though I don’t know of any other gay weres, but I’m sure there
are plenty.”
“This thing, this link, is it just weres
or can anyone do it? The reason I ask is because when I found Monica, she said
a wolf was chasing her and she was a little off. Could someone have gone in and
fucked with her mind?” Dylan stood suddenly and left the room. “Dylan?”
“I’ll be right back. Help them as much
as you can, but don’t mention the wolf yet. I want to check on something.” She looked at
the others in the room and smiled.
“Casey doesn’t know what it is, but she
knows where to find it. And I’ve set it up that if anything should happen to
her, anything, the file hits the papers.” Marshall nodded. “I trust her because
she’s trusted me. You? I don’t know.”
“Understandable. But if someone else
were to get the file from her, what then? Do you know what that can do to
National Security?” Marshall got up to pace. “Even if we take out the pictures
of Warren and me, the other stuff in there would destroy all we’ve worked for.”
“I never said it was a file.” Reed
looked at her, and she smiled at him. “I know probably more about computers and
programs than four of him. He’s good, but I’m better. Casey checks in weekly.
She misses one week its fine, two it notifies me. If I don’t respond within a
week, it hits the papers, all of them.”
Marshall sat down next to Warren and
reached for his hand. “You know she hasn’t contacted you. You know she’s still
alive.”
“I spoke with her yesterday. She wants
to come home but knows that if she does she’s dead. She also knows that I’d
been hurt. Hard not to pick up a paper and see my face plastered all over the
place. But what she doesn’t know about is what you people are. She is a great
friend and a better doctor. If you ever needed another
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