“You okay?” Jax asked.
“So far,” the medic said. “If I pass out again, then no. If not . . . I’m back, baby.”
Jax snorted.
“You okay, Jax?” Tace hissed out.
Jax sobered and gave the truth. “No.”
Greyson pointed to a center console. “Sami, I tried to get in and had absolutely no luck. Can you do it?”
“Sure. First I’ll—” Sami started.
Jax held up a hand. “Get started, Steel. I don’t want the details.” The last thing he wanted to worry about right now was trying to understand how to hack anything when the hair on the back of his neck was raised. “I need you to get into the overall physical security of this place right away. Did a warning go out to the other facilities when we breached this one? What kind of forces might they send—what kind of forces are out there—and who will be coming for us?”
Sami paused. “Coming for us? You think—”
Jax nodded. “Yeah. It’d help if we knew where the facilities are and how long it’ll take the assholes from here to get there.” This was his facility now, and he wasn’t losing it.
What if there was a cure for Scorpius hidden in those computers?
The risk was worth it.
“Maybe we should get all civilians out of here?” Sami asked.
Jax turned to stare down at the people quietly sitting at tables awaiting their fate. “No. If an attack is coming, we need everyone here. The Bunker residents don’t get to leave without us, if ever.”
Greyson crossed his arms. “Agreed.”
Jax partially turned. “We know that the president is looking for this place and that he obviously doesn’t know about the many facilities. That begs the question—who does? Who or what is in charge of this shit show? Find me the answers, Sami.” Hopefully, there was information listed somewhere. He hated being in the dark like this. “I have men searching floor C for the generators and storage—and who knows what else. Find an inventory list after the security shit, would you?”
Sami nodded and started typing, muttering to herself. Her fingers were so fast over the keys that the sound was almost rhythmic and soothing. Except for the fact that enemy soldiers were probably heading their way right now.
“Can you talk and type?” Jax asked.
“Yeah.”
“Did you find anything in the medical computers that showed a cure for Scorpius?” Jax asked.
Sami shook her head. “I just decrypted the files and didn’t have time to read. We need Lynne here.”
Lynne would give her left leg to be in a working lab again, but no way in hell was she coming to the Bunker until Jax knew it was safe. “We’ll take data back to her.”
“Yep,” Sami said.
“How about Marcus? Were there records of what they did to him?” Jax tried to keep his voice level, but a thread of heat wove through his words. When he found the doctors who’d harmed his brother, he’d rip the skin from their bones with his bare hands. “Sami?”
“I’m sure the records are there, but I didn’t stop to read anything,” she said, her typing speed increasing. “I need quiet for a moment, Jax. This is a tough layer.”
“Copy that.” Jax leaned closer to Greyson. “I have scouts looking for hidden rooms and other floors. Who says there are only three?”
Grey nodded. “Damon is leading a team doing the same thing. I think we’ve just touched the surface of this place, you know? Maybe Sami will find schematics, if there are any.”
“If we don’t get attacked first,” Jax muttered.
“There is that.” Greyson shook out his arms. “I need to do something. You want to scout or do you want to start questioning people?”
Jax looked at the Bunker residents below. Healthy and hardy . . . with good food. Some of them may have been prisoners, while others had chosen this life. There was only one way to find out. “Let’s go start chatting one-on-one with these folks.” He pointed to a door that must lead to the kitchen. “There are plenty of tools in there, I’m sure.”
