If he died, who’d protect her?
So he gritted his teeth and shoved down the weakness. Just a little while longer.
We’ll find the enzyme,she mouthed, her gaze concerned.
He tried to nod, to give reassurance, but he seriously doubted they’d find anything. Even if the Bunker was still functional, how much enzyme could they really have? If only a small percentage of victims rejected vitamin B, why waste valuable resources and ingredients creating more of the enzyme?
Scorpius was what mattered, especially if it was true about no live births occurring once a woman was infected.
“Fire in the hole,” Raze hissed.
They jogged around the corner, and Tace covered Sami.
A small explosion rocked the ground.
They ran forward, and Raze yanked open the door. Tace kept one arm around the launcher and the other extended out with his gun. The metal was familiar in his hand, and his aim steady as Greyson swept high and Jax went low.
“Go,” Tace whispered.
Raze moved beyond him with Sami on his six, scouting. Quiet. All was quiet.
Tace followed with Damon.
They stood in a storage area with empty shelves. A series of dead computer screens took up one wall.
Jax motioned them forward and nudged a thin door open with his boot. He jerked back and held up three fingers.
Tace nodded and handed the launcher to Damon. The guy couldn’t fight hand to hand with the stitches still in his gut unless absolutely necessary.
Damon took the launcher, his face taut.
Tace motioned for Jax to go in, and he followed, straight on. Raze went left.
Three Bunker soldiers pivoted, mouths agape.
Tace was on the middle guy before he could draw his weapon, punching his jaw, flipping him over, and choking him out. The man was thin but muscled and gave a good fight, but Tace managed a submission hold, and soon he went limp.
“They’re not expecting company,” Jax whispered, his voice echoing across the grand lobby where once hundreds of people had passed every day.
Tace nodded, looking toward the stairway as Greyson and Raze dragged the unconscious soldiers behind the desk and bound them tight.
Sami ran for a large door and waited for Tace before tugging it open and peering inside. She gave the all clear, and they ran inside, jogging up to the seventh floor. A radio crackled from the stairwell a few floors up, and Sami pulled open the door, peeking inside. She motioned them in.
Tace went in first with Greyson on his heels. Shiny chrome and glass sparkled from a dry wall fountain next to a steel sign that proclaimed theLITIGATION DEPARTMENT OF LAWESON AND GEORGE.
A wide counter ran the full wall with pictures of the Los Angeles landscape behind it.
Tace headed for the elevators, and Greyson tossed him a crowbar. The Bunker workers had all held magnetic keys to go beyond the first floor, and Sami had believed each elevator could access the underground facility. Hopefully, she was remembering that part right.
He grunted and used the crowbar, creating an inch of an opening. Raze stuck his fingers in one side, and between the two of them, they opened a gaping hole in the wall.
Dizziness slapped Tace up the side of his head, and he wavered, then regained control. The metal rungs attached to the walls led down to a hatch several floors below. A quick look up confirmed the elevators many floors up had stopped.
He said a quick prayer they’d stay that way.
Slinging his pack into place, he swung into the shaft and landed on the pseudo ladder. Stale air and the smell of metal surrounded him.
They climbed down easily, and Jax blew the hatch with a small amount of C4.
