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need strumming through his veins. ‘Get to Helen’, repeated
like a mantra in his head.
    Curtis stepped
back, allowing the strongest of their group through. Harkum lifted his size
fifteens and gave the door a sound kick. The resounding thud sent blood pumping
through Vin’s veins. Harkum kicked over and over until the metal screeched and
caved. Using their enhanced strength, his man cocked back his leg and struck
hard and fast. The door gave way to tilt on its side like a drunken sailor.
    “Fuck, yeah.”
Bransen cheered, green eyes blazing.
    “Are we clear,
Curtis?” Vin needed to move. Adrenaline and worry rode him hard. Standing still
while he waited for confirmation had him vibrating. The soft sound of Helen
breathing in his ear didn’t help. But the safety of his men came first.
    His scout leaped
across the dangerous pit balancing precariously on the ten-inch gap of floor
space between him and a good twenty foot fall. Curtis placed both palms on the
frame of the door and closed his eyes. They all waited with baited breath as
the blond man bowed his head and focused. To a stranger it might look like he
prayed. But Alpha Squad trusted the enhanced senses they’d all emerged from the
government study possessing.
    Curtis’ ability to
mentally visualize what the eye couldn’t see saved their necks too many times
to discount. Each of them was enhanced. Some skills they shared and others
specific to a man. Curtis aced what they referred to as long range viewing.
    He winced in pain
from the effort and dropped his hands. “All clear, sir. Same damage as on the
lower level but no downed wires or flooding on this floor.”
    “Roger that.” Vin
waved his men forward. “Let’s move.”
    They proceeded
through the ruined door easily hurdling over air and space. On the other side,
the eleventh floor sustained visible damage. Boots clomped over debris. Smoke
saturated the air along with the heavy scent of burned metal. Vin scanned with
a mindful eye for bodies here as well. No one, thank God. War didn’t make him
immune to death. Thankfully, they only passed three unfortunate souls between
the stairway and lobby. Innocent victims whose lives were cut short.
    The atrium of the
floor appeared empty. The men shared a concerned glance. Vin unmuted his ear
com. “You still with me, hellcat?”
    Her pause was
slight. “Yes.”
    Vin’s grin split
his cheeks at her bravery. He nodded and pointed down the carpeted hall. The
lights still flickered on by some fluke. His hands signaled for only Curtis,
Harkum and Bransen to follow while Nathan, Zander and Rock held their position
by the door and watched their six.
    They hot footed it
down the hall passing open doors to empty offices. Vin checked each one for
signs of survivors who hadn’t made it out in the first wave during the attack.
Furniture lay turned on its side from the frenzy flight of its occupants.
“Clear.”
    Vin banged his
fists on the only closed door on their way. No answer. The knob turned easily
in his hand, revealing a storage room with supplies spilled across the floor of
the five foot space. “Clear.” He backed out and continued down the hall.
    Helen’s office
ended cattycorner where the long hall stopped. An odd statue in a four foot
rendition of a rearing horse blocked their path. The reason she was trapped in
her office. Anger surged as Vin’s booted foot gave it a determined shove and
the gold and black monstrosity skidded out of their way to rest against the
wall.
    Her door stood
open, brass nameplate gleaming. Director of Sales Operations in black
lettering. Aside from the damage, her office was as he remembered from the one
time he’d picked her up from work when her car needed work and she’d reluctantly
accepted Vin’s offer for a ride home. No light shown from the interior but Vin
knew Helen was here. She said she wouldn’t move and he didn’t question why he
automatically trusted her.
    Slowly, Vin
crossed the threshold, his men behind