“The floor plans for Foxy’s place,” Rafe said, smirking at me. “You sure took your sweet time getting up today.”
I coughed to cover my laugh and winked at Sky who was blushing a brilliant red. “You know how it is, gotta get that beauty sleep.”
Clint snorted, but took sympathy on us and changed the subject. “So, Sky,” he said, nudging one of the sheets of paper closer to where my Omega sat. “Can you tell us what’s in the space?”
“Um, yeah,” Sky said slowly, tilting the paper to the side. “That looks to me like the floor plan of the front. I’m not sure where that wall is, but it looks like the reception area.”
Rafe dug through a pile of printed photographs in front of him, pulling out one of the candid shots that I had taken of the reception area. He turned and left and then left again before lining it up against the floorplan. “Yeah, that looks right.” Rafe said. He passed another sheet over. This one already had a piece of photo paper clipped to it. “Now, this one, I think I already identified as the laboratory. Does that look right?”
Sky glanced at the paper and nodded. “Yeah, nothing ever really changes in there. It’s kind of a weird design, but Cal used to always say that all of the laboratory walls were load bearing, whatever that means.”
I snagged the paper the Clint was looking at and saw that it, too, had already been matched with a picture. “There’s plenty of windows and doors,” I commented. “It doesn’t look like it will be much of a challenge to get into.”
Rafe shrugged. “Do you notice anything missing, Colt?”
“Like what?” I rolled my eyes at him. “And since I’ve never been there before, how would I know what’s missing?”
“The prisoners, dumb ass,” Clint snorted. “You know? The whole reason that you were there? Where are they?”
Oh.
I reached over for the pile of photographs in front of Rafe, flipping through them one at a time. Sure enough, while there was an entire row of rooms like the one that I had met Sky in, they were all empty. What I didn’t see were any of the cages Sky had described and I definitely wasn’t seeing any sign of the Alphas or Omegas that he told us were held captive there.
“The building has a basement,” I guessed. Sky confirmed my hunch with anod, but held up two fingers. “It has two fucking basements? Can’t we ever have a nice, simple rescue?”
Rafe laughed. “If we start taking on jobs like that,” he said with a smirk, “how would I keep Colby entertained?”
I shook my head and shoved my empty plate aside, accepting the fresh cup of coffee Sky had brought me from the serving table with a smile. “Okay, Rafe, show us what Colby came up with.”
“Well,” Rafe laughed, pulling a small vial out of his pocket and setting it squarely in the center of the table. “This time around, we're going downright medieval on their asses.”
“Medieval, huh?” I asked, raising a brow. Reaching for the vial, I flipped it over to read the label. “Diazepam?” I carefully returned the vial to the center of the table. “Is that even legal, man?”
Rafe shrugged. “Well, technically, there’s no actual law against it. We will have medical staff on hand in case anything goes wrong and we do have a warrant,” he said, with another shrug. “So, as far as I know, we’re aces.”
“One more thing before anybody signs up,” Rafe said quietly. “Colby’s running point on this one. I’m staying home with the baby.”
