The men inside were just as unaware. No one had ventured back to find their missing comrade yet. One by one, I took them out, dragging their bodies into the shadows though there was no hiding the trail of blood.
It was clear as I pushed forward that they’d remodeled the entire place. The rooms here in this hallway were like high-end parlors and lounges. It reeked of money and inflated egos. Theblood left behind filled me with satisfaction that I’d disrupted their perfect image.
The cement floors were oddly polished, the walls plain white but clean. It felt like walking into a laboratory buried beneath a ruin, the contrast was unsettling.
I also hadn’t discovered what they were hiding yet, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t deeper in this building.
More doors, more fancy meeting spaces and even a few bedrooms. Finally, at the end of the hall was a metal security door with a keycard lock on the outside.
Great, now I had to search bodies. Ignoring their vacant eyes I searched through their pockets. It wasn’t until I reached the first body that I found the card I needed. It only read clearance level one, but hopefully it let me in.
“What the fuck is this?” Ronan asked quietly as he stepped through the door. I flashed the card to him.
“Offices,” I said. “A few bedrooms. I needed this to get further in.” They followed me back to the door in question, but when I swiped the card it beeped red.
“Fuck, we need a higher clearance,” I said, glancing at Luca who would be the one to solve this.
“Working on it,” he said, pulling out some kind of device. Numbers flashed across the screen, none of it making sense to me.
After a few moments, a beep sounded at the door as the lock clicked.
Luca grabbed the handle but didn’t open it, waiting for the signal.
Ronan’s hand covered his, gently pulling him back as he stepped forward. His gun was already raised.
We didn’t know what was on the other side.
He did a whispered countdown before gently sliding it open and stepping through.
The noise hit us first, then the smell. Voices, whimpers, and the scent of dirty bodies, blood, and urine.
Two burly guards stood ahead, backs to us. Their voices carried over a radio playing nearby, but it didn’t drown out the screams echoing from deeper inside.
Someone had paid good money to soundproof this place. None of this was heard beyond that door.
Even I wasn’t numb enough that I was unaffected. My stomach instantly dropped.
Ronan gave me a look that reflected the horror I already felt.
I needed to see what was ahead and I had to get rid of these guards so I could do that. My hand clamped over the first guard’s mouth, my knife slicing under his chin. Blood poured down, warm and wet over my arms before I dropped him. Ronan handled the other just as quickly.
There was no hiding these bodies now, we’d have to move quickly.
A glass security office sat nearby, the door wide open like they had nothing to fear. Screens showcased rows of cells.
I couldn’t see the people moving inside clearly, but I knew exactly what they were.
Omegas.
Cold fury twisted in my gut and I was moving before I could even have the thought.
The next room was a barracks. Bunk beds and messy lockers, half unmade. They had a full team here and we’d only taken out five.
There would be even more ahead watching the omegas.
“Got us a proper keycard,” Luca called from the security office, holding up a card. Ronan and I backtracked to join him, my brother taking the card. “And wouldn’t you know, it has Spectre right on it.”
“That’s our target,” Ronan growled as he glared down at it. “So, where the hell is he?”
