Her micro and the vault were missing. Greenie-and those he was working with-would be crazy not to pursue her, once they found out what she did. She'd planned on Elise helping her escape to the west, where she could secure the Horsemen at the Peace Command Center. Her plan had failed before she got off the mountain.
She looked around, overwhelmed by the idea of trying to find a way west on her own. She hadn't brought her ID for fear of being tracked and realized she also didn't have a source of credit to buy anything. She definitely didn't know how to survive in the forest.
Desperation crept over her. She was trained to assess, protect, repair, and sustain government systems through any kind of crisis. Yet she didn't know the first thing about life outside the command center!
The tent opened, revealing the world outside of it. It was past dark, and the camp was filled with men and tents as far as she could see. Her despair increased; she couldn't escape from a camp this size! Brady, Dan, and another man breezed past her. She quelled her sense of panic, instead moving as far from them as possible to the kitchen and hoping they didn't notice her.
They all wore dark gray tactical suits and were fully armed. Her hands shook of their own accord as her gaze swept over them and their advanced weapons.
There was no intel report on how the PMF had acquired the technology needed to create the genetically altered soldiers that stood before her. From Dan's whiplike body to Brady's feline-like musculature to the stranger's towering frame, there was no mistaking them for normal soldiers. They were all over six feet, all engineered for power, agility, and endurance.
Their quiet talking ceased, and they looked at her. She sucked in a breath. Brady pulled her micro from his cargo pocket and approached her with a controlled, slow gate, much like that of a stalking lion. She backed away until the corner of the kitchen counters trapped her. She felt his body heat and stared at his wide chest.
"Nearest emerops facility," he whispered in his broken voice. He held out her micro.
Fear fluttered through her, and she shook her head. He planted his hands on either side of her and lowered his face to her level, forcing her to meet his gaze. His dark eyes were as hard as his chiseled face and intense.
"When I give an order, no one disobeys me. Do you understand?" he demanded. "Nearest emerops facility. Now."
She jumped at his tone and took the micro in shaking hands. It flickered on for her, and she correlated their coordinates with two touches. She showed it to him.