Damn the curses. That was close. One minute earlier and she’d have passed out in the coffee shop. Exactly what he did not need. That was way too close. He wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand. Between the humidity and heat in this city and the stress of making sure she was in the car before she passed out, he was drenched in no time.
Now for the drive to Kal and his group who had set up a compound northwest of Houston, not far from College Station.
The drive to the compound lasted more than an hour. A long drive during which all he could do was hope that the target wouldn’t awaken. He never asked how long the targets would be kept unconscious by the formula. If she woke up, he would have to come up with a plan instantly. And he would risk discovery. Not knowing these facts, as small as they may have seemed made Finn nervous.
He nosed the car up to the hill that housed the compound they’d set up for the procedures to be conducting on the women, took 42 out and carried her to the tunnel that was well disguised by a thicket.
Another car pulled up. A different soldier, Merk, carrying another unconscious woman.
Finn nodded to him. “Your first?”
Merk frowned, then looked at 42. “No. My second. This one is your first?”
He didn’t want to answer. He didn’t need the attention, but now it was out. And here he’d thought he wasn’t doing too badly. “Yes, my first was out of town.”
“Perhaps our Reconnaissance and Surveillance Team isn’t quite up to par. You should write it up.”
Sure. And get caught lying. “Good idea.” The lie slipped off of his tongue way too easily.
Two scientists accompanied by three soldiers came out to greet them. One of the soldiers was Kal. He had a look in his eyes. “Take the subject.” Kal pointed to 42.
When Finn was relieved of his burden, Kal put a hand on his shoulder. “A moment, cousin?”
Curses on the shadow of fire. He didn’t want to stay for a talk. The others slipped through the opening and shut the compound off. Kal started to walk away from the entrance. “Follow me, please.”
As soon as they were more than a few paces away, Kal stopped. “I’m concerned.” This was mild. That would mean that Kal was worried. Extremely worried.
“Don’t be. Everything is well. I’ll be on track before the third subject is due.”
“I’m wondering if this was a good idea. Putting you on this assignment.”
“Why?”
“I wondered what it would do to you. I know you went through a lot with Nana.”
Finn drew his shoulders up, stood straighter. “People die. Asazi die. It’s part of the cycle of life.”
“I wasn’t simply referring to her death. I’m actually thinking of your whole life. Of all the struggles you’ve had.”
“What do you know about my struggles?” Finn fought to keep from reverting to his Asazi form as strongly as he fought the urge to strike at Kal.
“You’ve been closer to me than my own brothers. I’ve seen you, watched you go through levels of hell.”
“I don’t need you in my head, I don’t need a practicioner, not for my body and definitely not for my mind. And you are not studied in the art of practitioning.”
“I’ll say no more.” Kal turned toward the hilly entrance. “No. I’ll say one more thing. I’m willing to support you in any decision you make.”
Whatever that meant, Finn wasn’t sure. And also he wasn’t sure why Kal felt the need to state it. “Thank you.”
Kal stepped toward him, put his hands on Finn’s shoulders, and looked him in the eyes. “Any. I mean it. Anything you choose to do, any decision. I’m here for you.”
Finn didn’t know why Kal said what he said, he didn’t know what extreme Kal was willing to go through when he made a proclamation of that sort, but he knew that if Kal made a decision that was rash and extreme, it could cost him dearly. “Why would you do that?”
Kal turned and walked away. Finn didn’t allow him more than a few paces