“Grab your kit.Trevor needs you in Wales right now.There’s a helo inbound now.It’ll take you to the airport, and a charter jet will fly you to Wales.”
He exchanged a look with Aaron and Lowri.“What about this?”he asked.
“They’re sending the other plane for everyone else now.It’ll land at the airstrip.”
“Did he say why the rush?”Jake asked.
“Something about they need you for translations.”
“Sorry,” Jake said to Lowri and Aaron.
She rubbed her forehead and glared at the scientists, who looked terrified where he was manacled and tied to a chair.“That’s okay.We should move all of this to Wales now anyway.Better off having it all in one place where we have control of the sitch instead of here.”
“You’ll be maybe four hours behind Jake,” the guy told her.“Everyone’s getting packed up now.”
Jake walked over to the scientist and feinted, like he would attack him, and the guy let out a shriek and recoiled, making all of them laugh.
“Yeah, you’re not such a brave fucker when you can’t do the torturing, are you?”Jake said.“Just be glad they ordered us to keep you alive for now.I could fucking rip your entrails out for what you did to those people.”
The scientist didn’t respond because he’d quickly learned that speaking when he wasn’t being asked a direct question requiring an answer meant he got punched.
Usually in the nuts, if Lowri did the punching.
Jake was ready to go when the helo landed, and he was shocked when, exactly as told, an entire executive jet awaited him on the airport tarmac, ready to take off as soon as he was on board.
Can’t believe I went from living in a cave to this in just a couple of months.
Even more, he couldn’t believe his luck that not only had he made it out of the lab unscathed, so had everyone else.
Well, of their team.
The doctor they were interrogating had only been working at the lab for about fifteen years, the latest in a short string of them.He hadn’t been able to give them any details about the subjects’ names, because everyone they’d rescued had only been referred to by numbers assigned to them.
So when he’d questioned the fucker about the possibility of Maya ever having been there, he was clueless.
Somewhere, deep in the records, they would locate names, but the asshole had never bothered learning them when he took over.
What Jake did learn was that Ray Dorland and Faegan Lewis were the ones who’d been behind the abductions this guy knew about.Different merc teams were hired to take down the assigned targets.
Peyton hadn’t been the specific target when he was abducted, just the person who showed up after they laid the bait.
In that way, at least, they could relax.Especially since they’d learned that the merc team had, in fact, merked each other when Peyton escaped.
What they still needed to do was track down all the lab’s funding.Much of it had funneled in over the years via redirected military secret research funds, although no one in Moscow realized they were even there.The original funders had made sure to set it up that way to keep it going in case they were ousted.
It became its own foundation at one point, a charitable arm soliciting donations from oligarchs in the name of “caring for orphans.”
Which was a fucking joke.They were orphans because of the lab’s operations.It was common for them to sell children and babies to rich people based on physical characteristics, children that the lab had determined weren’t shifters.
But a few children who did have shifter abilities had been sold throughout the years.
Usually to families in deep with the Bratva or other crime organizations around the world.One of them might have even been sold to the Yakuza.
Which meant rescuing them could be problematic, if not impossible.
The jet landed in Wales close to 10:00 pm local time, and a helo transported Jake through the night to the estate, where weeks earlier they’d created a makeshift helipad by lighting a landing zone.
Trevor met him in the backyard where the helo landed and escorted him toward the house.“We’re sorry to change plans on you like this, Jake.”
