Twin Wolf Trouble (Shifter Squad Six 2)
shit.”
    “They’re all going to die anyway when the train goes off the rails,” the third man said, his voice bored, indifferent.
    Madeline’s mind couldn’t wrap around the concept of sounding so damn blasé about killing a number of people, no matter what they were trying to hide. One look at the Marines told her that these guys didn’t give a shit. Not about human life, not about anything. And she’d walked in on them at the worst possible time.
    “This is the last one,” the grouchy one said, tossing his package over to the guy on the helicopter and getting a thumbs up from his opposite on the chopper. “Come on, Devs, we got to go.”
    The man standing over Madeline as she was struggling to breathe, Devs, smirked even wider before drawing his gun from his hip, cocking it easily. The thick black tendrils of smoke coming from the front of the train were seeping into the car now, with the side door of the cargo hauler opened and Madeline huddled against the opposite door. She blinked away tears, desperately searching for a way out, for a way to live. Her hands were balled into fists, rattling right along with the rough ride of the train speeding across the terrain.
    “Aw, guess we don’t get to play. A pity,” Devs said, as his partners jumped across from the train to the helicopter, being pulled in like they were just another piece of cargo.
    “Devs, fucking move!” the grouchy one hollered, his voice almost drowned out by the sound of the blades whipping through the air.
    “Fucking hell, Duke. Unbunch your motherfucking panties. I’ll be right there,” he hissed over his shoulder, his gun trained on her head.
    He turned back and Madeline knew he was about to say something. But she never heard the next vile thing he wanted to call out. Instead, she was immediately showered in blood and bits of tissue as his head exploded like a pumpkin hitting the ground. His body stood upright for one gut-wrenching moment, as if contemplating whether or not it had really lost a head, before collapsing to the side.
    Madeline’s eyes were wide as saucers and the world seemed to stand still for a second. Her body was as if frozen in time, but when she saw the men in the chopper, so close to the train car and still clearly visible through the open door, adrenaline took over. She tossed herself to the side when they lined up their guns, aiming at her now that Devs had fallen to the floor, gushing blood.
    As she scrambled to hide in the blind corner to the left of the open door, she could see the broad, powerful figure of Tex pounding down the corridor, his assault rifle drawn, his face contorted in rage. Before he could come in range of the helicopter, the chopper peeled up and back in time to avoid a narrow collision with a tunnel. Suddenly, the light was sucked out of the compartment and Madeline could only see the little red light blinking on the top of the rifle. It didn’t seem to slow Tex down one bit, though.
    He came right to her, kneeling down in front of her, one hand on her shoulder, shaking her out of her stupor.
    “Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere? Madeline, talk to me.”
    His words were calm, like the sea before a storm. The light flickered back as they made it out of the tunnel and Madeline could once again see him, his handsome face so close to her, his green eyes shining with worry and something else she couldn’t quite place.
    “I’m okay. But, they’re all… dead,” she stuttered, stunned, looking around at the four dead men she was sharing a compartment with.
    “Don’t worry about them. One problem at a time, okay? Let’s get out of here,” he said, flashing a grin like this was great fun and nothing out of the ordinary was going on.
    When his eyes flickered a deep, amber kind of gold for a second, Madeline thought she was plunging straight into hell. A second later, she passed out, soft darkness blissfully claiming her.
 

CHAPTER FIVE
    Tex
     
    “Ah, Sleeping Beauty awakens!” Tex
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