“We want to use your mind link with Dad,” Dylon replied.
“Willya all be quiet for a minute?” Zane asked, grabbing a pair of headphones and putting them on. Then, listening intently, he increased the volume on his computer, smiling at the results. Removing his earphones, Zane announced, “I found Frank…well, I found the signal and if you’re sure there aren’t any other trackers using this frequency, then I can safely say I found Frank.”
Peering over Zane’s shoulder, Dylon concentrated on the tiny red light flashing in time to a beep from the computer’s speaker. “Holy fucking shit! It’s still working,” he muttered. “You’re a fucking genius!”
“Can you give us an address or location?” asked Jackson.
“Gimme a minute,” Zane mumbled, typing furiously. It took less than that before he found Frank’s location. Entering the coordinates into another program, Zane zeroed in on the property at that spot. Then, sending the information to the big screen monitor on his wall, said, “That’s where Frank is. According to the property records, it’s owned by the CC Corporation, an offshore company, and its sole owner is…you guessed it, Rudy.”
Dylon studied the picture of a dilapidated warehouse sitting in the middle of an old deserted industrial complex. It would be impossible to approach undetected; there wasn’t any cover he could use. “Can you find a blueprint for me, Zane?” he murmured, his mind quickly formulating a plan.
“Maybe…” Zane replied, turning back to his keyboard. In a few minutes, he’d retrieved the blueprints that had been submitted for the building permit. Putting them up on another large screen, he said, “These are the original ones and the only ones on file. If there were changes made subsequent to these plans, there’s no record of them.”
“It’s one big open space,” Jackson murmured, examining the blueprints before concluding, “Rudy would never hold Frank there…it’d be too easy for him to escape.”
“Agreed,” Dylon muttered, his eyes shifting between the current photograph of the warehouse and theblueprints. “There has to be a room in there that isn’t on the plans…”
“Zane, can you narrow down the location of where the signal is coming from in the building?” asked Jackson.
“I’ll try,” Zane replied, returning to his keyboard. After several minutes, he pointed to the third big computer screen on the wall. “The signal is coming from the northeast portion of the warehouse.”
“Well done,” Dylon said staring at the composite picture. “Given the location, a room has been built within the building…using no outside walls or windows. There’s no way anyone can get to Dad undetected since Rudy’s chosen a perfect location.”
“Not only that,” Jackson added, “but we have to assume Frank has been drugged, making it impossible for him to use his Alpha Power to subdue his captors.”
“Or to shift,” Dylon added. Finally, what had bothered him from the moment Jackson told him about his father’s kidnapping suddenly became clear. Rudy had no intention of using Frank as a bargaining chip, instead, he planned to use his father to settle the score with him. Shifting his gaze to Jackson, he said, “I need Remy, Sawyer, Colton, and Zane to go with me to get Dad.”
Jackson stared at Dylon for a moment. Then, seeing the urgency in his face, he said, “I’ll get Remy, you get Colton, and Zane, go get Sawyer. Meet me in the great room in five minutes.”
Lizzie grabbed her son’s arm as he headed for the door, “Wait…I must go too.”
Shaking his head, Dylon replied, softly, “Not this time, Mom. I can’t be worrying about your safety while rescuing Dad.”
“But he’ll need me,” Lizzie said, softly.
“He will,” Dylon agreed. “But after we get him here. C’mon, you can wait for Dad with Ian.” Putting his arm over his mother’s shoulder, he ushered her out of the room and led her down the hallway toward the doctor’s office.
~/~/~/~/~
Landing on the cracked asphalt of the parking lot surrounding the warehouse where his father was being held, Dylon looked at the men who’d accompanied him. “There’s a change in my plan…Remy, instead of waiting out here for us to get back, I want you to come with us so you can zap us back as soon as I find Dad. If Rudy did to my father what he did to me, time will be of the essence if he’s to be saved.”
“I can use my power on him right away,” Colton said.
“I know, but we won’t have the time for you to do that,” Dylon replied. “Remember, these assholes have guns, so I don’t want to take the chance they might decide to use them. Just because Sawyer’s cloaked us all, it doesn’t mean we can’t be shot, even if they can’t see or hear us.”
“Who do you want me to take first?” asked Zane.
“Me and Sawyer,” Dylon said. “Followed by Colton and Remy.”
“You sure you don’t want me to translocate all of us inside at the same time?” asked Remy.
“I can’t take the chance since Rudy may have a magic user who’s working with him,” Dylon answered.
“Good thinking,” Remy murmured. “There are spells a magic user can cast to hide their magic.”
“Let’s hope we don’t run into any spells, “Dylon muttered under his breath, as he headed for the north side of the warehouse with everyone following him. It took several minutes to get everyone inside, and Dylon was relieved that they hadn’t tripped an alarm.
Moving up next to Dylon, Remy murmured, “There’s a magic user here…a weak one but with enough power to kill one of you.”
