Brawn - Laurann Dohner [30]
The redhead slapped his companion’s arm. “Shut up,” he hissed. “That isn’t even funny.” His gaze lifted to the camera. “She’ll hear you, might take it serious and you’ll end up with a bullet in your brain, numb nuts.” His voice rose. “Real funny, Greg. Don’t play with the fucker. I know you’re bored but false hope is the last thing he needs right now. Let’s do our job.”
The dark-haired guy lowered his voice. “She’s busy and I doubt she’s watching those cameras right now. We could at least hear him out.”
“Randy will kill us both. They can’t pick up whispers on the audio but I’m telling you now not to talk to him about that shit. We’re all in this way too deep and the only way he’ll ever leave here alive is on a cargo plane bound for some hellish third-world laboratory where they make us look like amateurs.”
“Name your price,” Brawn hissed softly. “I could gain access to millions.”
The redhead glared. “Shut the fuck up. We’re all screwed.”
“He might mean it. They got money,” his friend whispered again. “I don’t trust any of them, Mike. You’re the only friend I have left. They don’t give a shit about us.”
Mike spun on Greg and grabbed his shirt. He spoke low but Brawn’s hearing picked up the words easily.
“Do you want to get us both killed? We’re wanted by the police, they are going to stick a needle in our damn arm or lock us up for life if we get caught and the only way out of this mess is to do what Doc Elsa says. She’s the brains, she’s making us money and she has the connections to get us the fuck out of here. We’re going to live in Russia with new identities, find us some sweet brides and drink vodka, damn it.”
“Money we don’t see. They control everything, Mike. We’re as fucked as those animals are but we aren’t locked in cages. For all we know, they could put a bullet in our brains when we’re not useful anymore or just take off without us.”
“They wouldn’t dare. We know too much to leave behind and Randy isn’t going to kill one of his men unless he thinks he can’t trust someone. I worked with him far longer than you have. He might be a prick but he’s a stand-up guy for his crew. He’s all about loyalty. You fuck that up and you will be dead.”
“Shit.” The dark-haired guy shoved his fingers through his close-cropped curls. “Okay. I’m just sick of this shit. I just want to get to Russia and start my life over.”
“Me too and we’re so damn close. We just need to capture a primate. You heard Doc Elsa. They want a complete set, they’ll pay enough for them and we’ll finally get out of this shithole.”
“Right.” The guy nodded. “I used to clean floors, damn it. How the hell did this happen?”
“We worked for the wrong damn place,” Mike muttered. “Let’s worry about getting this bastard to the other room without him killing us and take it one day at a time. We’ll get to Russia and hell, we’ll buy us a few of those hot brides we see on the internet all the time.”
“Yeah.” Greg reached behind him and pulled out a Taser gun from his waist. “Let’s get him.”
Brawn didn’t speak as he watched the two humans approach the cage. He’d heard enough to know they were too afraid to be lured by the promise of money. They wanted to capture a primate Species and he worried about the officers mixed with that DNA who traveled between Homeland and Reservation. He watched with rage as they shot the drugged male, hit him with enough volts between the two guns to make him lose consciousness and entered 919’s cell. They lifted the limp male and carried him away.
They said they weren’t taking the male to mount Becca. They could have lied but he doubted it. Humans were cruel, enjoyed inflicting emotional pain and they would have taunted him with the knowledge if it were true. A growl tore from his throat as he began to pace the confines of the cage. Where is she? What are they doing to her? Why hasn’t the task force located us?
* * * * *
“Why isn’t she on something if she’s his girlfriend?” Dean looked confused.
“Because they can’t get a female pregnant