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fellow was shorter but wide and, with his wide forehead, Neanderthal looking. Stickboy and Caveman.
    We could totally take them and feast for lunch.
    And have the girl for dessert.
    Problem was, while he could picture taking down the enforcers, his idea of dessert was less capture of the enemy and more seduction.
    Don’t fall for her innocent look, soldier. Words he needed to heed.
    Gotta get my head in the game.
    “Have you come to taunt me?” he growled.
    “Hardly,” she muttered as she continued to approach him, her bare feet making only the tiniest slapping sound on the dirty concrete floor.
    Something about the scenario kept him from retorting. What was going on here? Why did she seem more prisoner than capturer?
    A third pair of booted feet came clattering down the stairs. Oh look, Jackass is coming to help. The newest arrival looked kind of donkeyish with his giant front teeth and lumpy body. According to Brody’s nose, the guy was human. How interesting. Because Stickboy and Caveman weren’t. And neither was the fourth fellow thumping down the stairs.
    “Move to the back of the cage,” he ordered. Buffalo Jim, a big, barrel-chested dude, sporting a scruffy beard, let his unibrow shrink in a menacing fashion. He also growled for effect.
    Oh wait, I think that was supposed to scare me.
    Snort.
    A human and a dumb bovine plus the two wolves who’d brought the girl down. Four in total and they had their weapons holstered. Even better.
    Good odds. He could totally take them.
    And then we take the girl.
    His wolf heartily approved—just not in the way Brody meant.
    You’re a dirty dog, Brody chided his inner friend. I most certainly did not mean we’d take the girl with her skirt around her waist as she claws at my back, panting. Even if it sounded fun. She is the enemy. There was only one place to go once he escaped, back to Kodiak Point, with the girl as his prisoner.
    Because good soldiers didn’t sleep with the enemy for pleasure.
    Although, if she wanted to waste her time trying to use her feminine wiles against him, go ahead. Let her try her damnedest with promises of sex, blowjobs, or even fresh-baked cookies. It wouldn’t matter. Brody never compromised his mission, and he wouldn’t start now, not even for an attractive woman.
    Apparently ignoring Buffalo Jim set off a short—probably caused by penile inadequacy—fuse.
    “You were told to move, dog. Now get your ass away from the fucking door before I make you regret it.” Said with an impressive wiggle and waggle of the unibrow.
    It just made Brody itch for a razor.
    Forget his fascination with the furry caterpillar on Buffalo’s Jim face. The belligerent idiot had issued him an ultimatum. He knew how to deal with that. Brody’s parents taught him to not listen to strangers, and his sarge, that horned bastard, taught him to tell them where to go. “Fuck you. I am not budging.”
    Of course, a challenge like that worked best if you held the upper hand.
    Turned out, he didn’t, and they made a liar of him. Brody moved, just not voluntarily.
    Thud.
    The brand-new necklace he sported served a purpose other than giving him a pimp appearance. It zapped. And he wasn’t talking no tiny electrical charge.
    Through its conductive surface, it fried him with a steady stream of electricity, enough to send him to his knees, enough to keep him there while the door to the cage opened and the woman was thrust in.
    The electrifying experience, which was much on par with getting Tasered, something he’d only experienced once—a training exercise led by his favorite rhino—lasted only until the door slammed shut and was locked again.
    Dammit. He missed the tiny details of how it worked, being somewhat distracted by the ongoing jiggle-like-water-on-hot-pavement effect of his electrocution.
    Did they use a key? A touch pad? He still didn’t know, but he did hear the sound of bolts sliding home.
    The current cut off abruptly, but the memory of the pain