The Immortals After Dark 11: Dreams of a Dark Warrior
Page 16"Why there?" Two inmates already occupied that cell. Yes, the facility was overcrowded, and they'd been doubling up, but prisoners were usual y placed with much forethought.
So why put the Valkyrie with a female fey assassin and a semi-catatonic male halfling?
"More prisoners came in while you were gone." Fegley shrugged. "Webb ordered her into that one. And I don't question orders," he said pointedly.
Stifling his long-denied urge to strike the man, Declan turned toward the research ward and his own suite of rooms.
Though he didn't understand Webb's reasoning at times, it wasn't his place to question an order either.
Or to question anything. Even when he itched to know how Webb acquired new information about their foes. Or how this island was kept hidden from their detrus soothsayers and oracles. ...
When Declan reached his suite, he unlocked the executive office he used as a reception area. From that room, two corridors branched off behind concealed panels. One led to a storage warehouse-with an emergency escape tunnel-the other to his private quarters. There he had a sizable multilevel space with a gym, a kitchen, a work and sleep area, and an adjoining bath.
The only home he'd known for nearly a decade.
Inside his inner chamber, he removed his gloves and jacket. There were only two places in the world he felt comfortable enough to shed the layer of clothes that kept his ruined skin hidden: here within this sanctum, and out in the desolate forests on the island.
Releasing a weary exhalation, he sank into the chair at his control console. Above the curved desk and computer keyboard stretched a ninety-six-inch LCD screen. Across that extended monitor, he could pull up multiple broadcast feeds from the facility's cameras.
With the click of a button, he could view-and hear-the occupants in any of the holding cel s, could deploy security measures against them.
From this console he could run the entire base. In fact, he often did.
Webb had turned over control of the base to Declan a decade ago. Since then, Declan's life had fallen into a routine: work out in the morning to deaden his abnormal strength, oversee operations, interrogate some of the higher-priority captives.
Now he reviewed several backlogged cases as he mindlessly ate a military MRE-and awaited a doctor's house call.
After finishing his meal, he pulled up the feed from cel seventy to front and center on the monitor.
Fegley and a guard were just tossing the Valkyrie to the floor inside. She was still unconscious with her head bagged.
"New roommate, fey," the warden said to the female assassin already in the cel . "She's a Valkyrie.
Maybe this prisoner will actual y talk to you."
The fey didn't move to assist her, merely stared at Regin with cold indifference.
Odd. From what he understood, the fey and Valkyrie were ancient all ies. Of course, the assassin wasn't completely fey.
The other inmate-a teenaged halfling-continued banging his head against the wal . The boy hadn't known he was a detrus, hadn't known they'd existed, until he'd been dispatched here by one of the four other magisters. Apparently, he'd committed no crime other than setting his sights on the wrong girl-a magister's daughter.
Upon arriving here and seeing living, breathing monsters, the boy had gone nearly catatonic.
Declan hadn't even been eighteen when he'd faced these beings for the first time. He had survived the encounter.
For long moments, Declan watched the even rise and fal of the Valkyrie's chest. Her T-shirt was hiked up, revealing her flat bel y and her wound. The skin there had already closed.
Typical immortal resilience. How many times had he cursed it? With their ability to regenerate, they were nightmare adversaries.
Not to mention when they possessed other powers. Like the vampires' and demons' teleporting or the witches' spellcasting. Without the Order control ing their number, there'd be no stopping them.
He drummed his fingers on his desk. The Valkyrie was fresh from ten murders, and still he was curious about her, wanting to know more than the limited details in her file.
What is wrong with me? Of all the immortals he'd been sent to capture, Declan might hate her the most -for flaunting what she was, for being proud to have offed his men.
And Declan wasn't supposed to be curious; he was simply supposed to act-under orders. For nearly twenty years, he'd fol owed commands, had been the weapon the Order wielded.
He wasn't content in his life, but at least his sense of purpose warred with the strain. He owed everything to Webb-his life, his career, whatever sanity he still possessed.
Someone buzzed his inner chambers. Only three people would dare: Calder Vincente, a former Ranger and his right-hand man, Webb on his infrequent visits, and Dr. Kel i Dixon, the physician in charge of prisoner research.
He glanced at the video of the outer hal way. Dixon, with a familiar metal case in hand.
Though he wanted only to observe the Valkyrie-to relish her reaction when she awakened and comprehended her position-he had business with the doctor. He donned his gloves, then buzzed her in.
She entered, her smile fawning. Which he despised. Sometimes Dixon acted like a schoolgirl fan of his. He knew she was attracted to him, but then for some reason women usual y were. The more coldly he treated them, the more they seemed to desire him.
She waited for him to ask her to sit. Since the only place in this corner of his chambers was his bed, he didn't.
"How was your trip?"
"The hunting was plentiful."
"That's what we've heard." She pushed her large glasses up on her nose, casting him an MD's assessing glance. "You look exhausted. Were you able to sleep?"
"I'll catch up over the next week." normally, he slept just four hours a night, yet that got shaved down to two on these hunts. And he'd been gone for two weeks, completing lengthy preparations for his three captures.
"How was your heart rate? Any palpitations? Any adverse effects of the medicine?" Dixon had been supplying him with his injections for more than a decade-ever since she'd begun giving Declan his yearly physicals.
She'd been keeping his secrets and keeping him dosed for all that time.
"No adverse effects. I've decided I need to double up."