Then he realized he could text him. Stupid.
He sent a short message to both Taz and Sian and waited for a response. In the meantime, he sent Chelsea’s message to Tessa in the hope that she might have some idea of how to hunt his friend down. He then added several more by way of explanation.
When he was done, there was still no response from Taz. He couldn’t go home when he’d done nothing yet for Chelsea, so he sat on the closest bench and waited for the good doctor to get back to him.
It wasn’t long and the message made him smile. It was the doctor’s address and a terse message. Come .
He grinned, feeling reconnected. He responded with, Okay, Taz, I’m on the way.
“Let’s hope you have some magic left in your world to pull out yet another trick to help Chelsea. Hell,” he said aloud, “How about a way to stop this whole damn issue?”
With a look at the map, he turned in the direction of the doctor’s house and started to run – again.
Chapter 7
T essa walked forward slowly into the empty room. Had the two vamps they’d left behind been taken out? Or had they gone to take other vamps out? Her gaze spun from side to side looking for anything out of the ordinary. If the assholes had actually managed to do a mass drugging, she could be in deep trouble. She had to avoid that at all costs. But how did one do that when she was in the same building? She sniffed the air experimentally, ready to bolt back to the elevator.
The air smelled normal. She frowned. Would she know the difference? Maybe not by odor, but she would by color. She shifted her gaze slightly to look at the air, searching for the black effect of the drugs, and found nothing unusual.
She opened the door to the hallway and snuck out. The long white hospital corridor stretched endlessly in front of her.
The look made her skin crawl. She’d seen a similar sight way too often in her life and would like to never see it again. That this was the hospital and not the blood farm made her pause – because they were just too much alike. Especially considering the number of bad guys she’d met at both places. The connection made her cringe.
Still, she had a lot of people in here that needed her help. She’d do that between the two locations regardless of the look to the place. Besides, it might keep her focused. Help her remember why she was here and what could happen again if she screwed up. Something she had no intention of doing.
Hopefully with Deanna’s help, they could put a stop to this once and for all.
Except Deanna hadn’t done anything about this blood farm before, and she wasn’t exactly going to be of much help now. But she knew things. And some of those things Tessa needed to know. As she walked silently toward the room she’d left with Cody, she opened the pathway to Deanna’s memories she’d filed away. Need information on the hospital. Who built it, why and when?
Ninety-two years ago by the Council currently in place, to hold vamps in the event humans caused a major catastrophe.
She came to a stuttering stop. Really? Were they so bad to have you worried about such a possibility?
Chemical warfare, bombs, nuclear energy, war and more war that continued to escalate. There wasn’t so much an answer to her questions as the information streamed through her mind in a series of text. No emotion or judgment passing with it. Odd and yet fantastic at the same time. Nice to get some background on the place.
And speaking of background, how long have the blood farms been running?
In one form or another, for centuries. They come up as an animal husbandry option. The early ones went under due to mass die-offs. Infection and disease were big issues, but each new farm is technologically more advanced than the last one with the latest human weaknesses addressed.
Were you ever a part of them?
The answer was confusing. Not really.
Tessa stopped at one of the doorways and realized the first three rooms were completely empty.
He sent a short message to both Taz and Sian and waited for a response. In the meantime, he sent Chelsea’s message to Tessa in the hope that she might have some idea of how to hunt his friend down. He then added several more by way of explanation.
When he was done, there was still no response from Taz. He couldn’t go home when he’d done nothing yet for Chelsea, so he sat on the closest bench and waited for the good doctor to get back to him.
It wasn’t long and the message made him smile. It was the doctor’s address and a terse message. Come .
He grinned, feeling reconnected. He responded with, Okay, Taz, I’m on the way.
“Let’s hope you have some magic left in your world to pull out yet another trick to help Chelsea. Hell,” he said aloud, “How about a way to stop this whole damn issue?”
With a look at the map, he turned in the direction of the doctor’s house and started to run – again.
Chapter 7
T essa walked forward slowly into the empty room. Had the two vamps they’d left behind been taken out? Or had they gone to take other vamps out? Her gaze spun from side to side looking for anything out of the ordinary. If the assholes had actually managed to do a mass drugging, she could be in deep trouble. She had to avoid that at all costs. But how did one do that when she was in the same building? She sniffed the air experimentally, ready to bolt back to the elevator.
The air smelled normal. She frowned. Would she know the difference? Maybe not by odor, but she would by color. She shifted her gaze slightly to look at the air, searching for the black effect of the drugs, and found nothing unusual.
She opened the door to the hallway and snuck out. The long white hospital corridor stretched endlessly in front of her.
The look made her skin crawl. She’d seen a similar sight way too often in her life and would like to never see it again. That this was the hospital and not the blood farm made her pause – because they were just too much alike. Especially considering the number of bad guys she’d met at both places. The connection made her cringe.
Still, she had a lot of people in here that needed her help. She’d do that between the two locations regardless of the look to the place. Besides, it might keep her focused. Help her remember why she was here and what could happen again if she screwed up. Something she had no intention of doing.
Hopefully with Deanna’s help, they could put a stop to this once and for all.
Except Deanna hadn’t done anything about this blood farm before, and she wasn’t exactly going to be of much help now. But she knew things. And some of those things Tessa needed to know. As she walked silently toward the room she’d left with Cody, she opened the pathway to Deanna’s memories she’d filed away. Need information on the hospital. Who built it, why and when?
Ninety-two years ago by the Council currently in place, to hold vamps in the event humans caused a major catastrophe.
She came to a stuttering stop. Really? Were they so bad to have you worried about such a possibility?
Chemical warfare, bombs, nuclear energy, war and more war that continued to escalate. There wasn’t so much an answer to her questions as the information streamed through her mind in a series of text. No emotion or judgment passing with it. Odd and yet fantastic at the same time. Nice to get some background on the place.
And speaking of background, how long have the blood farms been running?
In one form or another, for centuries. They come up as an animal husbandry option. The early ones went under due to mass die-offs. Infection and disease were big issues, but each new farm is technologically more advanced than the last one with the latest human weaknesses addressed.
Were you ever a part of them?
The answer was confusing. Not really.
Tessa stopped at one of the doorways and realized the first three rooms were completely empty.
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