five minutes near you and he’ll finally find something he loves.”
She touched Jimmy ’s hand. “Is he one of the people who will come for you?”
“ Probably, yes, but he hates France so he might just send someone else. That or show up and bitch me for being stupid enough to get caught in the first place. That would be a very him thing to do.”
She laughed.
“What are you doing in here?” asked, Dr. Bertrand, surprising Mercy with his presence.
She stood and wiped her bloody hands on her lab coat. “I came to double check a malfunction in the ultrasonic wave generator. Aren’t you who reported the problem?”
She knew it had a problem. She was the one who ’d sabotaged it. Mercy knew she might require a cover story for being in the building. And she knew one of Dr. Bertrand’s favorite torture devices came in the form of ultrasonic sound. The pain and damage it caused the test subjects with animal DNA in them was well known throughout the Corporation.
The man, tall, slim and disturbingly pale, leered at her through beady eyes. She couldn’t miss the way he stared with glee at Jimmy. The German doctor was good friends with another scientist. One who had made frequent stops at the Corporation.
Gisbert Krauss.
Prior to getting to know him, Krauss had been somewhat of a hero in Mercy’s mind. His advancements into human DNA and his theories on splicing it had kept her riveted to his journal publications.
That was before.
Before she knew the truth about him.
Before she understood the past monsters he ’d modeled himself after and the lengths he’d gone to in order to gain his innovative ideas.
He deserved to be puni shed—to the full extent of the law—or fed to the guys who could shift into animals. Seemed fitting.
Krauss looked harmless enough but she knew the truth. He had a dark heart and an evil soul. He’d brought Brad and Victor to the facility. They’d arrived in cages, like they were animals, and all the while Krauss had smiled, as if it were part of his crowning glory.
Bastard.
He’d been grooming Bertrand in his image. She’d seen firsthand what he would in the name of science. Bile rose just thinking about it.
Sh e also knew what Dr. Bertrand was capable of. She’d retrieved footage of his cruelties.
“ What are you doing in this cell?” he demanded.
“ I thought he was dead,” she said, keeping her distance yet placing herself between Dr. Bertrand and Jimmy. He wouldn’t survive another round of torture. He needed time to heal. If she had to sacrifice herself to give him that time, she would. “And I know how much you value your test subjects.”
He paused, looking her over as a man would a woman he wanted. She fought the n eed to shiver. If he dared to touch her she’d do something violent. She wasn’t exactly sure what, because she wasn’t violent by nature, but she knew it would be something big.
He reached for her and Jimmy reacted, trying to stop him. Jimmy was in no shape to help anyone, let alone her. He simply fell onto his side, crying out in pain, breaking Mercy’s heart more.
Bertrand watched the actions of them both with a look that said he was onto them. She held her head high. “Do you want your damn wave generator fixed or not?”
“ I do,” he said. “Come.”
Nodding, she followed him out of the cell and turned, keying in the code to lock Jimmy ’s cell door. She added a few extra orders to the door. It would take the Corporation at least twenty-four hours to find a way to get the door to open again. That would allow Jimmy at least some time to heal.
Bertrand grabbed her roughly by the arm. “Come. Fix the generator.”
She had to fight to keep her lip from curling at his touch. He dragged her to the end of the cellblock, to an o ffice used by the doctors who frequented the area. The generator was on the edge of the desk.
Mercy jerked her arm free from Bertrand and shot him a nasty look, surprising herself with her bravery. “Try
She touched Jimmy ’s hand. “Is he one of the people who will come for you?”
“ Probably, yes, but he hates France so he might just send someone else. That or show up and bitch me for being stupid enough to get caught in the first place. That would be a very him thing to do.”
She laughed.
“What are you doing in here?” asked, Dr. Bertrand, surprising Mercy with his presence.
She stood and wiped her bloody hands on her lab coat. “I came to double check a malfunction in the ultrasonic wave generator. Aren’t you who reported the problem?”
She knew it had a problem. She was the one who ’d sabotaged it. Mercy knew she might require a cover story for being in the building. And she knew one of Dr. Bertrand’s favorite torture devices came in the form of ultrasonic sound. The pain and damage it caused the test subjects with animal DNA in them was well known throughout the Corporation.
The man, tall, slim and disturbingly pale, leered at her through beady eyes. She couldn’t miss the way he stared with glee at Jimmy. The German doctor was good friends with another scientist. One who had made frequent stops at the Corporation.
Gisbert Krauss.
Prior to getting to know him, Krauss had been somewhat of a hero in Mercy’s mind. His advancements into human DNA and his theories on splicing it had kept her riveted to his journal publications.
That was before.
Before she knew the truth about him.
Before she understood the past monsters he ’d modeled himself after and the lengths he’d gone to in order to gain his innovative ideas.
He deserved to be puni shed—to the full extent of the law—or fed to the guys who could shift into animals. Seemed fitting.
Krauss looked harmless enough but she knew the truth. He had a dark heart and an evil soul. He’d brought Brad and Victor to the facility. They’d arrived in cages, like they were animals, and all the while Krauss had smiled, as if it were part of his crowning glory.
Bastard.
He’d been grooming Bertrand in his image. She’d seen firsthand what he would in the name of science. Bile rose just thinking about it.
Sh e also knew what Dr. Bertrand was capable of. She’d retrieved footage of his cruelties.
“ What are you doing in this cell?” he demanded.
“ I thought he was dead,” she said, keeping her distance yet placing herself between Dr. Bertrand and Jimmy. He wouldn’t survive another round of torture. He needed time to heal. If she had to sacrifice herself to give him that time, she would. “And I know how much you value your test subjects.”
He paused, looking her over as a man would a woman he wanted. She fought the n eed to shiver. If he dared to touch her she’d do something violent. She wasn’t exactly sure what, because she wasn’t violent by nature, but she knew it would be something big.
He reached for her and Jimmy reacted, trying to stop him. Jimmy was in no shape to help anyone, let alone her. He simply fell onto his side, crying out in pain, breaking Mercy’s heart more.
Bertrand watched the actions of them both with a look that said he was onto them. She held her head high. “Do you want your damn wave generator fixed or not?”
“ I do,” he said. “Come.”
Nodding, she followed him out of the cell and turned, keying in the code to lock Jimmy ’s cell door. She added a few extra orders to the door. It would take the Corporation at least twenty-four hours to find a way to get the door to open again. That would allow Jimmy at least some time to heal.
Bertrand grabbed her roughly by the arm. “Come. Fix the generator.”
She had to fight to keep her lip from curling at his touch. He dragged her to the end of the cellblock, to an o ffice used by the doctors who frequented the area. The generator was on the edge of the desk.
Mercy jerked her arm free from Bertrand and shot him a nasty look, surprising herself with her bravery. “Try
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