Experiment (Hybrid Book 2) by Emma Jaye Read Free Book Online Page B

an injured, exhausted man, without active implants set off into the night? Get on the shuttle. Now.”
    The several armed soldiers around her reinforced her position, but Connor wasn’t done yet.
    “You don’t understand, she’s hurt, she needs help,  I can’t just abandon...” The soft hiss of a hypo against his neck only let him take one more step towards the woman before he collapsed forward into her arms.
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    L uckily for the major, Dagus and the medic were near enough to prevent the now unconscious security operative bearing her to the ground, nearly collapsed with the weight until two other soldier swiftly stepped into help.
    “Ensign Dagus, ride up with Mr Temple here, and make sure he’s fit for duty before he’s allowed back. Although preferably keep him up there. Knowing my luck, he’ll just go out and get himself lost again, and we’ll have to start over. You know what these diplomatic types are like.”
    Dagus kept silent. If the major wanted to assume Connor was merely a diplomat, that was up to her. He’d seen the man training many times and he didn’t particularly fancy having Connor get ‘diplomatic’ on his ass, especially with his reduced mobility.
    He motioned for two of his men to pick Connor up, he’d have done it himself, but the scars left from the plasma burns still pulled quite a bit. He’d much rather be helping in the search for the woman who’d saved his life, but orders were orders.
    Revealing that he knew this area better than any of the other Federation Officers, as he’d grown up here, was something he’d be keeping quiet, until he knew how his uncle Melton was involved. He already knew his childhood friend Tenset Shamir was up to his eyeballs in it, seeing as the mansion involved was his childhood home. Tenset had always been a tricky bastard, but his heart had usually been in the right place. Unfortunately, it looked as if he’d finally bitten off more than he could chew, and Dagus couldn’t help wondering just who had owned all the blood they’d found down in the torture chamber.

CHAPTER 7
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    C onnor came round in the medical bay with a smiling nurse leaning over him.
    “Welcome back Mr Temple.”
    He immediately tried to get up. “How long since they brought me up?”
    “Calm down, you’ve been in the medical bay for thirty-six hours. You were dangerously dehydrated and your blood count was low. We checked you over, stitched your forehead and given you some rehydration fluids and blood. Plus, we reactivated your communication and GPS implants, so hopefully you won’t get lost again. Once you’ve eaten, the Doctor has agreed that you can resume your duties if you insist.”
    She smiled and she placed a plate of food on a wheeled table in front of him. Glaring at her amusement, he ate the food quickly not caring what it was. His implant showed Chesara vitals were low, but steady, but she wasn’t sleeping, or really unconscious. He hoped she was doing some sort of deep meditation as she holed up somewhere safe. But he couldn’t let anyone know who didn’t already know about the implant. That meant he could only discuss what he knew with the Chief Medical Officer or Captain Crowther.
    After he finished the food in front of the eagle-eyed nurse, he started to get out of bed before noticing he had one of the hospital gowns on, that did up at the back.
    “Clothes,” he demanded.
    The nurse shook her head in disbelief at the bad manners of patients and indicated a cupboard before closing the door behind her.
    Once dressed, Connor made his way straight to the Captain’s office to make his report. Martha Crowther indicated the chair in front of her as she finished with a few documents. He fidgeted for the few minutes in took her to look at him.
    His report was thorough and detailed apart from some personal details about Chesara’s behaviour. He left her office with the impression that, although appalled at the