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Let the soldiers handle whoever dared interrupt his work.
As for Ian, he returned to his desk and, while the data tempted, flipped his computer screen to the video monitoring system.
“Oh, damn.”
This was bad. So very bad. He recognized those emerging from the helicopter. People who had a grudge.
Time to salvage what he could and flee.
Chapter Twenty
In the midstof charming the female technician with the lazy eye and greasy hair, Yuri heard several popping sounds. Indistinct, the concrete walls of the basement level muffling noise.
“Did you hear that?” he asked.
“Hear what?” Becky asked, holding up a vial of blood and giving it a shake.
He should have known better than to ask someone without his enhanced auditory sense.
More gunfire erupted and, not long after an alarm sounded, sending Becky of the roving gaze fleeing the room, leaving Yuri alone—and bound. He’d been brought to the lab for more tests because apparently the pints of blood they’d already gotten weren’t enough.
Had someone come to their rescue? Maybe Idris? He’d not seen the man, or his sister for that matter, since his arrival, but the doctor sure had lots of questions for him about Idris.
Did you know he was a bear when you met?
When did you last see him?
How long have he and your sister been involved?
Yuri’s replies?
Totally. We sniffed each other’s butts.
Haven’t seen him since my last show.
And his favorite,What do you mean he’s banging my sister!
A sister he worried about. He’d never been more shocked to see her as a bear. Guess that shot to hell her theory he was God-blessed. Was it a family trait? Not something he could ask his long-dead parents.
The siren continued to blare, and no one came to check on him. He strained against the straps holding him, but Becky, as giggly as she might be when Yuri flirted, had bound him tight. Not ideal given the gunfight happening. Rescuers or a clean-up crew? If the latter, he was a sitting bear. Literally. He could have shifted, but knew from experience it wouldn’t do any good. The collar around his neck didn’t break when he thickened. On the contrary, the tightness of it choked him out the last time he tried.
Guess he’d have to bide his time and see what happened. He didn’t wait as long as expected.
A petite Asian woman, her hair cut in a bob, spattered in blood, entered the lab, gun held in front of her as she swept the space.
“Well, hello there,” he drawled. “How nice of you to drop in.”
She focused on him only for a bare second before returning to search the lab. “Where is everyone?”
“Not here. Becky ran away when the alarm went off.”
A golden gaze alit on him. “And who are you?”
“Yuri Sokolov. Although Dr. Levy calls me Patient One oh two. And you are?”
“Looking for Idris, also known as Patient Seventy-six.” Her lips twisted as she said the last part.
His brow lifted. “It would seem we have a friend in common.”
