Something Wicked
13
“Takara!” Where the hell was she? Jordan had searched all the rooms he had come across. They had all been empty. As in no furniture at all. There was no way that anyone lived in this place.
“Takara!”
“Here.” Fuck. He jumped, spinning on his heel. God, he hadn’t even seen that door. Takara stood there with a bag thrown over her shoulder. She looked…alarmed.
“The phone line went dead.”
“Yes.”
“You seem rather calm about that.”
“Its not unexpected considering.” Considering what? Jordan had no idea deal what was going on. He had a sinking feeling that he didn’t want to know either. That was going to stop him from asking.
“What the Hell is going on?”
“You need to get back in to town. It isn’t safe out here.” Takara didn’t say that it wasn’t safe anywhere. She still didn’t have all the information she needed.
But I have enough.
Everyone was gone. All the teachers, students, even the people in between assignments who had been sent to Westbrooke to recuperate. Not only the people, but everything.
Furniture, the computers, and just about every weapon that had been hidden in the place. Takara had barely managed to scrape up seven more bullets for the gun. The only other thing she had found was an old katana and a long string of garrote wire.
“No. I want some information first!”
“We don’t have time.” Umbrella’s clean up should, in theory, be on its way. Takara didn’t have all the facts but she knew enough. Umbrella wouldn’t just eliminate their facility, they would make a stop at this compound as well.
The head of Takara’s clan had made a deal with Umbrella. Publicly, Umbrella had hired their legit security firm to provide its services for their laboratories and factories in the area.
In secret, she didn’t know all the details of that deal. Her clan had provided Umbrella with its illegal services, she knew that much. Assassinations, kidnappings, she wasn’t sure which.
“We’re going to take it anyway.” Jordan made a grab for her arm, and she reacted. With out thinking, she had grabbed his wrist. A yank, a twist, and she had him pinned to the wall. His arm was bent near the point of breaking.
“WE DON”T HAVE TIME,” she said slowly, clearly and very firmly.
“Okay,” Jordan agreed, grimacing. “How are we going to get back in to town? The Explorer?”
“No.” He followed her back down the hall, back down the stairs. He nearly fell over her when she stopped abruptly.
“What?” he asked.
“The door.” He looked around her, to the entrance of the building. The door had been shattered. It looked like it had been ripped off its hinges and that smashed against the floor. The pieces were only big enough to use kindling.
“What the Hell did that?”