we’re even known to hit our target. Depends on how much partying we did the night before, though. What can we do you for?”
Green smiled. “We have a similar motto. Though ours is normally prefaced with, beware or Roi will pee on you to mark his territory since he’s not really housebroken yet.”
James had run-ins with Roi Majors years ago and didn’t doubt for a second he was still a handful. There was a point in time the man was a loose cannon. That had simmered some with his mating.
James put his weight on his better leg. “What’s up?”
“We’ve been working on this end all through the night with these samples you sent,” said Green. “By all outward appearances the male in question should have strength beyond the normal for a shifter and should heal at a rate that basically equals a blink. The Fae component of his blood, that you told me he was born with, should have increased as well. You said the subject is actually in a weakened state and healing is halted?”
The subject was James himself, though he’d not included that tidbit when he’d sent Green his samples. He wasn’t ready for everyone to know just how weak he truly was and how damaging his torture had been. “Yes. Also, the male in question can’t shift forms.”
“And he’s natural-born?” asked Green, a low whistle following. “This doesn’t make any sense. He should be able to shift faster and be even larger in shifted form than he was before this all occurred. Could the inability to shift and heal fully be psychosomatic?”
James stiffened. Yes, but admitting his problems were all in his head and not the results of the experiments and torture he’d been on the receiving end of while being held captive wasn’t a place he was currently at. He pressed an even look to his face. “Possibly.”
“As for the other samples, from the holding cells,” Green said. “We’re finding some interesting results that go hand in hand what your Dr. Mercy there told everyone in her debriefing. The prisoners she knows by the names Brad and Vic had high levels of shifter coming back from their samples, and I’m finding trace amounts of Fae DNA in there as well, but since they were gone when your team raided the establishment, and none of us have been able to find them, I can’t say for certain this is their DNA or cross contamination.”
James nodded. Made sense.
Green moved awkwardly. “Another thing. One of my teammates, Wilson Rousseau, came in while I was testing the samples. He glanced over the charts and my notes. When he came across the names Brad and Vic, he told me about his time being held by Gisbert Krauss’s men in South America.”
James waited, wondering where the story was going.
Green continued. “Wilson said there were two graduate students who had been taken down there and held prisoner in the same holding facility as him. He said they were tested on and then moved right away, before anyone could rescue them.”
James paused, considering what Green was saying. “If they’re the same two that were being held near me, then they’ve been in the clutches of these assholes a long time.”
“Too long,” said Green in a hushed breath. “You all make any advances on any other facilities the Corporation might be using?”
“The massive amount of data we retrieved is all encrypted,” answered James. “Our tech teams are working on it but it’s pretty sophisticated. They’re getting bits and pieces here and there.”
Green nodded. “This is big.”
“And inter-related to what you guys have going out over there,” said James. “It’s a cluster fuck.”
“And then some,” added Green.
James asked another question. “Was there anything more you found?”
“That is all we’ve come up with so far. We got hit with some hard news so we’re not functioning at full capacity right now,” said Green. He touched his brow. James knew what had the man worried. PSI had been told about