Cats Got Your Tongue (Shifter Squad Six) Read Online Free PDF Page A

him.
    “Is he always in such a good mood?” Kelis queried, getting a round of nods in response. “Anyway, yes, that’s the story. I was looking for an uneventful trip home and hours upon hours of glorious sleep.”
    “And instead you got to meet us. I think that’s a pretty good trade,” Grim commented wryly, moving toward the door with heavy steps, a tinge of jealousy burning in him as Grant got to remain in Kelis’s rather radiant presence.
    The hell’s wrong with you, man? She’s hot, sure, and badass, but you’re drooling like a kitten over cream here. Snap out of it.
    The one thing that made him settle a bit was that Grant didn’t seem to be faring much better. Grim hadn’t seen him discussing anything quite so animatedly since that one time they managed to let out some sort of super virus in Cape Town and everyone was hours from dying. Fun mission. Great paragliding there, too.
    “Yeah, well, if I wasn’t going to be stuck in Pennsylvania, I might be more driven to agree with you,” Kelis snorted as static broke in through the comms, signaling another incoming message from the airport they were approaching.
    Securing a private runway and the right kind of emergency services to meet them had been a task in itself, requiring some emergency communications with The Firm and its branch offices in the region. The fact that The Firm had a branch in Pennsylvania was another shocker for the day. What ever happened in Pennsylvania, anyway?
    Grim stalked out of the cockpit, closing the door behind him softly. He stepped over the body of a man, hogtied and gagged, who seemed to be coming to slowly and looking none too happy about it. His face was red and he was grunting something into the gag that had been stuffed in his mouth, but that might have been on account of his right shoulder being obviously and painfully dislocated.
    “Shouldn’t have tried to block Dutch then, man,” Grim said with a chuckle, recognizing the resident sniper’s handiwork.
    The stewardess’s pretty eyes were watering a little and she was breathing heavily in her seat, bound up with duct tape like she was someone’s discount Christmas gift. By the looks of things, the effects of the drug were beginning to wear off and when Grim made it into the cabin, he saw Connor taking his mask off after a moment of discussion with Thatch. Grim followed suit.
    “Lieutenant, everything okay here?” he hollered, skipping over a duo of struggling defensive linesmen, strewn out in the aisle.
    “As good as one can expect,” Connor said with a shrug. “I think someone needs to go relieve Grant. Some of the victims need medical assistance before we land.”
    “Kelis is about to put the bird down on the ground, though,” Grim said absently, looking over the outcome of the scuffle.
    The white walls and blue seats were dotted with blood, and every single member of Squad Six was a bit tattered at the edges. Someone had tried and almost succeeded in breaking Connor’s nose and Tex had a very real black eye, swelling as they spoke, and a busted lip. The two football teams’ worth of blocky steroid-pumped man-beasts on the floors and seats were all tied up with rope and gagged, some still passed out, some stirring slowly.
    Someone with a sense of humor had made a pile out of The Arctics guys, a stack of six tall. He assumed it had to be either Tex or Dutch and he was somewhat miffed he hadn’t done it himself. Must have been too preoccupied with Kelis for antics.
    Damn what a woman, he thought, but caught himself from gushing about her further.
    Easier said than done, of course.
    “I’ll go get Grant,” Thatch said with a sigh, skipping over some guy who was battling against the knots like a fish out of water.
    Thatch had a limp. Definitely a hoot of a mission so far.
    “Do we think we got all The Arctics?” Grim asked, checking on a guy who seemed a bit too still, but a quick hand to his neck confirmed he was still breathing. “And the civilians