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she was really rescuing him or just playing at it to mind-fuck him, it didn’t do him any good to balk now. So he played along.
    She poked her head out into the hallway, then opened the door all the way, nodding to him to follow her as she darted into the hall. He stayed on her six, the instincts of a lifetime in special ops making his fingers itch for a weapon even as he hurried silently in her wake.
    The facility wasn’t large, he quickly realized. Two short hallways, two quick turns, and they were at a door marked EXIT in bold red letters.
    The intercom crackled. “Dr. Russell, please report to security. Dr. Russell to security.”
    Rachel stiffened, sucking in a sharp breath at the sound of the impersonal female monotone floating through the hallway and all of Adrian’s doubts coalesced into an angry knot of certainty.
    Another trick. That’s all this was. Another fucking game. He didn’t know why he’d believed, even for a second, that Rachel might be helping him. That he might actually be able to get free of this place. He longed again for his missing talons, for blood dripping from them.
    He wouldn’t go back to the cell. He’d make them hunt him through the short white corridors of the outpost like a rat in a maze first.
    Focusing his eyes was still a challenge, but he managed to home in on her face, saw the decision form, the determination settle there. She pivoted, swiped her card over the panel next to the exterior door and let out a soft sigh of relief when the door beeped twice and popped open.
    She grabbed him by the shoulder and shoved him through the opening into the shadow of the building. Disorientation shuddered through him. Sunlight. He didn’t know why he’d been so sure it was night, but the sunlight filtered through the trees and cool breeze rode the air. A fall breeze. Jesus, he really had lost months in there. The trees were pines, the slope rising behind the building steep enough to qualify as a mountain. He had to be three hundred miles from the city where he’d been taken, but for all he knew it was closer to two thousand. Dorothy, we aren’t in Vegas anymore.
    A backpack hit him square in the chest, the backpack he hadn’t noticed Rachel carrying. “Remember, schematics, roster, financials.”
    “What?” He clutched the backpack automatically.
    Frustration suffused her face. “Haven’t you been listening?”
    The words, he remembered. The butterfly words. Had they been important? Then he realized she was speaking again, these words quick and angry, a hive of bees.
    “Three hard drives. Schematics and locations of Organization facilities, a roster of all known shifters, and financial records of all Organization dealings. You have to get them to shifters who can use them to bring the Organization down.”
    Tracking devices, probably. So the Organization could locate the largest and most organized shifter opposition.
    “Repeat it back to me. Schematics, roster, financials.”
    He didn’t for a second believe that was what was in the bag, but he parroted obediently. “Schematics, roster, financials.”
    “One more time.”
    “Schematics, roster, financials. I’ve got it.”
    “Good.” She threw a glance behind her, back into the building where the intercom crackled again with another request for her to report to security. “We’re in Wyoming. Northwest corner of the state. Near Cody.”
    Something in him shuddered at the thought. Shit. That had to be nine hundred miles. Nine hundred miles they’d transported him without his knowledge. Like so much luggage.
    She pointed to a small black dome in the eave above the door, standard surveillance camera. The building was smaller even than he’d thought. Just a few hundred square feet when he’d always envisioned the Organization facilities as bigger than the Pentagon.
    “The cameras should be offline for another six minutes. They only go a hundred feet past the tree line and the motion sensors were deactivated because they