She wasn't going to let Voodoo down.
So to that end, she didn't try to run or fight as her arms were yanked behind her back, her wrists cuffed together. With the burning man on one side of her and another man on the other, she was marched out of the room. Carried more than marched, but she allowed them to think she was weaker than she was and take more of her weight while she looked around.
It seemed like they weren't in another lab. This building was tiny, just three rooms, one of them the one she’d been in, the one she was walked into, and a third where she could hear Dr. Gardner ranting about something.
It didn’t matter what, she was glad he was still around. It meant if she could meet up with Voodoo somehow and let him know, they could find his team—if he hadn't already—and then end this once and for all.
“Is that really all we have?” the burning man asked as she was led outside.
“Yeah. Guess they got all the others,” someone else said with a shiver, not one of the men she recognized so there were at least a coupleof others there. Still, obviously not enough to go up against Voodoo and the others if their tones were anything to go by.
Beneath her bare feet, the ground was freezing, and since they’d stripped her naked when they brought her there, that cold curled around her body, seeping inside it, attempting to muddy her thoughts by dropping her temperature too low.
Not going to happen.
It couldn’t.
While it would help if she knew what the exact plan was, and how they were going to use her as bait, Indigo decided she could at least gather intel that would help, and maybe something she found out could be useful.
“We need more,” a third voice piped up.
“Boss doesn’t want to wait. Said he’s waited long enough, and he wants back what's his,” burning man replied as he dragged her over to a waiting vehicle, opened the back door, and all but tossed her inside.
“It’s going to get us all killed. More men will be here tomorrow, enough to take them down,” protested the man who had shivered and seemed the most afraid of Voodoo and his teammates.
“Boss wants what he wants,” burning man said with a shrug, then slammed the car door closed and climbed in the front.
“Easy for him to say,” scaredy cat complained as he climbed into the passenger’s seat. “He’s not the one out there actually putting his life on the line. He wants them back for his purposes, because he wants to continue his studies, but we’re the ones those freaks of his are going to kill.”
Anger ignited inside her at the insult to Voodoo.
It was one thing to treat her like she was nothing, she was used to it. She’d always been nothing. But Voodoo was the opposite. Voodoo was everything. He’d fought for her harder than she’d fought for herself. He’d treated her with kindness, gentleness, and respect, he’d never made her feel less than, and more than that, he’d made her feel beautiful and wanted.
Fighting for herself might be hard, but fighting for him was easy.
“Careful there,” burning man said, his tone mocking, “we got one of those freaks in the back there.”
The other man turned to look at her, a sneer overriding the fear that had been there previously. “This one is a little kitten compared to the lions that are out there, aren't you, kitty?”
It was a little unnerving that her instincts told her to hiss and snap at him, bring out her claws, and show him that just because she wasn't big and strong like Voodoo and his teammates didn't mean she was weak and pathetic. Maybe she couldn’t fight, but she could endure a whole hell of a lot more pain than this pathetic man could.
Which gave her the beginnings of an idea.
Voodoo had told her a bit about how Dr. Gardner’s sister had come into their lives, and while she couldn’t say she agreed with what they had planned to do to Rose, having been on the same side of the scientist’s experiments as they were, she got the why behind it. He’d told her about Rose joining their side, about the trap they’d laid, about how it went wrong when the car crashed, and Dr. Gardner got away.
What if she could do something similar this time?
Only with the outcome they all wanted.
She was bait, and from the way the men were talking, Voodoo and or his team were still out there somewhere killing Dr. Gardner’s men. If she could crash the car, she might kill or at least injure these men enough that they couldn’t come after her, but injured or not, her body would tolerate the pain much better, giving her a chance to get away.
Two more cars pulled in behind them as they started driving, but the man in the passenger seat kept watching her, that sneer on his face.
“Here, kitty, kitty, kitty,” he crooned. “Maybe you can come up here and put that pretty little mouth of yours to good use.”
While she felt the same anger and suicidal thoughts as the rest of the experiments, given her past, it was the suicidal thoughts she experienced more often, because being degraded and abused was her normal.
Now though, unadulterated rage took hold inside her, although she did her best to keep her expression defeated, or at least neutral.
