Page 101 of Shared Omega

I figured if a helpless, naked woman is a good distraction, then a helpless, naked, bleeding woman is even better.

So far, the plan seems to be working.

“Please,” I groan weakly. “Help me…”

The two marines drop into a crouch on either side of me.

“Damn, she’s beautiful,” one of them gasps.

His companion, the driver, backhands his arm in annoyance.

“Stow it, you idiot. Can’t you see she’s badly hurt.” Turning toward me, he adds. “Don’t worry, Miss. You’re safe now.”

“Hey,” the other one says, “Those piercings. Is she a—“

Before he has a chance to finish his thought, a dark form emerges from the shadows, and a muscled arm slips expertly around his neck, cutting off his air and bloodflow. It’s Dog, using that sleeper hold that he employed so expertly on me once before.

The driver’s eyes go wide with shock, and his hand reaches for the pistol strapped to his thigh, but before he has a chance to draw, another even bigger shadow descends upon him.

He is not as lucky as his companion.

Kane’s hands clutch the driver’s head. His oversized fingers almost completely enveloping the man’s skull. The soldier opens his mouth to scream, but before any sound can emerge, Kane gives his head a violent twist.

The only sound is the dull crack of his spine breaking. His muscles tense briefly as if experiencing an electric shock, then his body goes limp.

My stomach turns.

I speak in a whisper, keeping my voice low to avoid alerting the guards on the wall above.

“Kane, I thought we agreed, no killing unless absolutely necessary.”

“As far as I’m concerned,” he growls. “It is absolutely necessary to kill all Outsiders.”

The other marine slumps in Dog’s grip as the effects of the choke hold send him into unconsciousness. Behind him, Truk appears from the shadows to join us.

“Kane,” I whisper again, more insistently this time. “Please…”

He nods toward the dead body at his feet.

“It was necessary. He was reaching for his gun.”

But I know damn well that’s not the reason he snapped the marine’s neck. As far as Kane is concerned, the only good Outsider is a dead one. However, we don’t need his vengeful bloodlust getting in the way of the mission. And more than that, some of the marines we encounter might be people I know.

My beef is with the people in charge of SynerGen, not the grunts on the ground doing their dirty work.

“Can we discuss this once we’re on the road?” Dog hisses. “We need to move before we get spotted.”

He’s right. We need to get out of here.

Dog has lifted the unconscious soldier, and Truk takes the man’s legs, and they are carrying him toward the back of the idling vehicle. I move to help Kane lift the dead man, but he denies my assistance and flings the lifeless body over his shoulder like it was a sack of laundry before marching off toward the rear of the vehicle as well.

I follow.

The interior of the transport carrier is lined with two benches along both walls. There is a cargo trunk against the back of the driver’s cabin, along with a weapons rack stacked with heavy rifles, ammunition magazines, and grenades.

The Alphas toss the two marines into the rear bed of the transport.

“All right,” Dog says in a hushed voice. “Kane and Truk, you get in the back. Restrain the live one and hide the bodies in that trunk if there’s room. Sloane, you’ll ride up front with me. You can put these on once we’re on the road.”