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A thud knocks me out of my stupor. I scramble back from the door right as the door opens and Luis drags a large, limp body in and gently lays him on the floor. It's the guy in the white scrubs that we saw before, and he's easily twice the size of Luis.
Luis answers my wide-eyed question before I can even ask it. “He asked too many questions and didn't look like he was buying the answers.” Luis shrugs and holds a hand out to pull me from the ground.
He looks around. “This was your room.” It comes out as a statement rather than a question.
“How could you tell?”
“I don't know. It's like I can sense you in here.”
“I wonder if Bennet could too.”
“If he did, it gave him strength. Come on, pretty girl, let's go find him.”
Lukas gives us instructions for the way back, but Luis seems to remember the twists and turns as we go. I have a couple of moments where I get a flash of memory and stumble. One in particular where I'm pulling boots off an unconscious guard.
If Luis is frustrated that he's had to pull me along this whole time, he doesn't show it. He is single-minded, looking straight ahead and focused.
Lukas guides us. “First lab on the right. There are two other people in the room—one guard and one medical staff personnel.”
“Got it,” Luis says quietly.
We wait for a few moments longer until we hear footsteps in the hallway. My body tenses, wondering why Lukas isn't warning us of who's coming, and Luis' finger unlocks the safety on the silenced pistol he's pulled out.
Jackson and Micah walk around the corner, with faces more serious than I've ever seen before. They both nod to Luis and seem to look relieved when they see me.
“Adley's here,” Jackson says.
Luis' jaw grinds violently. “We heard. Bennet is in here. Let's focus on him first.”
Everyone aside from me pulls their weapons. Micah turns around and faces the hallway while Jackson and Luis step towards the door.
The glass slides open automatically as they move close enough. Everything happens fast. Before the guard can react or even turn his head fully, Luis shoots. A bullet hits the guard right in his temple.
The staff member screams but clamps her mouth shut when Jackson shushes her and uses one hand to gesture for her to calm down. “Whoa, whoa,” he says to her, as if calming a wild animal. “We're just here to save our friend. No one else has to get hurt.”
The whole time he's dealing with the woman, my eyes search the room, landing on a medical chair that's faced away from us.
Running over, I find Bennet tied to the huge chair. He's shirtless, wearing only a pair of dirty, loose white pants. His arms and legs are bound, and his head is in some kind of helmet with wires and tubes coming off it.
My hand shakes as I reach out, placing my hand on his. He flinches at the contact, but doesn't open his eyes or react further.
“He's alive!” I breathe, fiddling with the helmet to figure out how to get it off.
The helmet has two clamps on either side, and I have to twist what look like screws in the sides to release it. Throwing the helmet across the room, I tear every wire and tube that is attached to any sort of machine off his body. My hands and eyes flit over every inch of him, taking in the dark bruises on his chest and abdomen. Those don’t look good.
Micah moves beside me, watching me wearily as he slowly reaches to check Bennet's pulse. Calming myself, I back off, nodding to Micah to give him a better check.
I turn my attention to the woman in blue scrubs. “You're a nurse?”
She nods, but won't look me in the eye.
“What were you doing to him?”
Her silence makes me want to scream. Moving swiftly to cross the room, I get right up in her face. I’ve only got about an inch on her in height, but I use it for all it’s worth, crowding her against the wall.
“Tell me what you were doing to him, just now, before we came in,” I growl.
“I…I…,” she stammers, trying to get her bearings. “I was just preparing him for the next tests. The helmet is supposed to measure his brain waves. I placed all the leads and took baseline measurements. That's all I did.” She holds her hands in front of her in surrender, but it does nothing to quell the urge to smash her face in.
