voted interim president during Big Dogs… absence.”
Red’s head snapped towards him, causing all the pain in his neck and head to flair, how the fuck did he know that? Someone was passing him information. There was still a traitor inside the Club. Red thought over how he should best respond.
“Yes, I was. I find it a little surprising that you already know that.”
“Oh Ryder, we know a lot. So consider your answer carefully because regardless of what your personal decision is, there are those eager to take your place. But we can give you some time to think about it.”
Red thought the man was going to leave, but he paused at the door. “Maybe you need some more information to make an educated decision. John, why don’t you push him as we take a tour of the facility.”
He was wheeled out the door and down a corridor, doors to rooms probably just like his lining the hallway.
“We did have more test subjects but we had an… incident a few nights ago that reduced us to one. But here he is. John, help him stand so he can look through the window.”
The grey door boasted a large window lined with grey stripes, the industrial glass that was supposedly unbreakable. With the help of the little man Red stood and peered in, and was revolted by what he saw.
“Do you have a file on this subject John?”
“Yes, sir. Hold on one second, it’s on my tablet in the office.”
“Hurry,” Frederick said, his eyes never leaving the nightmare behind the window. Red stared in numb horror at the blob of red flesh on the table. It was no longer recognizable as a person, or whatever it had been. He couldn’t imagine what had happened to it to leave it in such a state, but whatever it was, he wanted no part in it. There were always casualties in power struggles, Red could understand that. He’d killed plenty of men in his life, but this was something else, there was no honor in this.
The little man returned at a dead run, Red didn’t blame him, if his boss were capable of something like what was before him, there was no telling what he’d do.
“Ah, here we are. This man’s name is Lynard Eugene Renke, sounds German or Dutch maybe. Know him? He’s a shifter.”
“Yeah I know him.” Red wasn’t going to let the man know how disgusted he was with the scene before him. Lynard was about the lowest a person could get. He sold people into slavery, he sold hard drugs to kids, he’d kidnapped Red’s daughter and he still didn’t deserve this.
“Friend of yours?”
Red had a feeling the man knew exactly how he felt about Lynard, and there was no point in lying anyway. “No, bastard kidnapped my daughter.”
“Well, good. You can see we’ve dispensed justice for you. Have a seat we’ll show you the next room.”
They wheeled him one room over and stood him up again. It was exactly the same as the room Lynard was in, except tied to three corners of the table were Big Dog, Trainz, and BillCo.
“We haven’t decided what to do with them yet. It’s obvious they’re not going to be able to go back and work for us among the shifters. I imagine you might like to see them in the same situation as Lynard. Since they were complicit in the kidnapping as well.”
How stupid did this man think he was? He knew who was in charge here and if anyone was ultimately responsible for his daughter being taken it was the man standing right beside him. But when it came down to it, Big Dog and the others should have had more loyalty than to work with someone like him. “Yeah, that’s probably what they deserve,” he lied. Death is what they deserve, but not like that, never like that.
“And if you’ll cross the hall you’ll see the last of our guests.”
Painfully he shuffled across the floor, his arm around the scared little nurse man. Same room, different people. Squint and Squirt, neither one tied, but sitting on the metal table in the center of the room. Squirt’s face was red and he was breathing heavy. The kid had
Red’s head snapped towards him, causing all the pain in his neck and head to flair, how the fuck did he know that? Someone was passing him information. There was still a traitor inside the Club. Red thought over how he should best respond.
“Yes, I was. I find it a little surprising that you already know that.”
“Oh Ryder, we know a lot. So consider your answer carefully because regardless of what your personal decision is, there are those eager to take your place. But we can give you some time to think about it.”
Red thought the man was going to leave, but he paused at the door. “Maybe you need some more information to make an educated decision. John, why don’t you push him as we take a tour of the facility.”
He was wheeled out the door and down a corridor, doors to rooms probably just like his lining the hallway.
“We did have more test subjects but we had an… incident a few nights ago that reduced us to one. But here he is. John, help him stand so he can look through the window.”
The grey door boasted a large window lined with grey stripes, the industrial glass that was supposedly unbreakable. With the help of the little man Red stood and peered in, and was revolted by what he saw.
“Do you have a file on this subject John?”
“Yes, sir. Hold on one second, it’s on my tablet in the office.”
“Hurry,” Frederick said, his eyes never leaving the nightmare behind the window. Red stared in numb horror at the blob of red flesh on the table. It was no longer recognizable as a person, or whatever it had been. He couldn’t imagine what had happened to it to leave it in such a state, but whatever it was, he wanted no part in it. There were always casualties in power struggles, Red could understand that. He’d killed plenty of men in his life, but this was something else, there was no honor in this.
The little man returned at a dead run, Red didn’t blame him, if his boss were capable of something like what was before him, there was no telling what he’d do.
“Ah, here we are. This man’s name is Lynard Eugene Renke, sounds German or Dutch maybe. Know him? He’s a shifter.”
“Yeah I know him.” Red wasn’t going to let the man know how disgusted he was with the scene before him. Lynard was about the lowest a person could get. He sold people into slavery, he sold hard drugs to kids, he’d kidnapped Red’s daughter and he still didn’t deserve this.
“Friend of yours?”
Red had a feeling the man knew exactly how he felt about Lynard, and there was no point in lying anyway. “No, bastard kidnapped my daughter.”
“Well, good. You can see we’ve dispensed justice for you. Have a seat we’ll show you the next room.”
They wheeled him one room over and stood him up again. It was exactly the same as the room Lynard was in, except tied to three corners of the table were Big Dog, Trainz, and BillCo.
“We haven’t decided what to do with them yet. It’s obvious they’re not going to be able to go back and work for us among the shifters. I imagine you might like to see them in the same situation as Lynard. Since they were complicit in the kidnapping as well.”
How stupid did this man think he was? He knew who was in charge here and if anyone was ultimately responsible for his daughter being taken it was the man standing right beside him. But when it came down to it, Big Dog and the others should have had more loyalty than to work with someone like him. “Yeah, that’s probably what they deserve,” he lied. Death is what they deserve, but not like that, never like that.
“And if you’ll cross the hall you’ll see the last of our guests.”
Painfully he shuffled across the floor, his arm around the scared little nurse man. Same room, different people. Squint and Squirt, neither one tied, but sitting on the metal table in the center of the room. Squirt’s face was red and he was breathing heavy. The kid had
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