Kill or Be Killed (#1 Eastern Werewolves Pack Series)

They grabbed her by the arms and dragged her out of the windowless room. The air emitted from the air conditioner felt cold against her skin but nothing was mentioned about it. She kept her lips tight. She didn’t have a fighting sprint nor the energy to stand on her own feet. Her entire body was aching in pain. The two men were taking her into the interrogation room, the same room she was starting to get accustomed to. They were going to break her mind apart until she had nothing but hatred in it. They cuffed her wrists and ankles to the chair as if she was going to attack them. The third man came in and sat on the opposite of her,

“What’s your name?” The interrogator asked.

“Zia Ashton,” Zia replied.

Her name and her anger were the only things she remembered in her mind. There was nothing else came from her memories. It felt like she was reborn with a new empty mind where her old memories were erased.

“What are you doing for a living?”

“I kill werewolves.”

The interrogator looked satisfied with her answer as he nodded to someone who was sitting in the dark corner of the interrogation room. The man, who was sitting in the dark, never showed his face to Zia but she heard his voice a few times. He must probably around his late forties with deep and humorless voice. He was always there, watching the scene unfolded before his eyes while the interrogator questioned her.

“What is your current target?”

Her lips turned into a thin line. She wanted to speak but her voice was gone for some reasons. She stared deeply into the interrogator’s eyes. It didn’t make her nervous anymore. This interrogation did nothing to her. Nothing at all. There was no nervousness or fear in her eyes. Only one feeling was present at the moment. And it was a certainty. Her index finger was tapping on the armrest as if she was counting for something. Something that these people didn’t know was about to happen.

His hands were unclenching and clenching the steering wheels. A bag of C4s was ready on the front passenger’s seat while his eyes were trained at the first basement parking of the facility. He reviewed the same plan on his tablet, making sure he got everything correct. The front cover of the facility was a hospital but Brody knew better. There were more hunters than doctor, nurses, and patients in the hospital. This was their base of operation, right in the middle of the region. Nothing was suspicious about it. People thought this was just a hospital but the ugly truth lied on the topmost two floors. Those two floors were where the hunters did their jobs—monitoring, hacking, training, offices and all sort of rooms there. But, Zia wasn’t located on the two floors. She was located in the second basement floor because that was where the Cleansing program was. And it was the most guarded floor of all. The armory and Joshua’s office were there too. To get to her room, Brody had to go through more than thirty highly-skilled hunters and his father.

He grabbed his jacket from the backseat and used it to cover the bag of C4s on the front seat before he attached a silencer on his gun. He started driving towards the checkpoint for the basement parking and took out his access card to enter. The tailgate raised up and he drove in. Brody parked his car at the end of the parking lot, near the maintenance door which led to the piping systems behind the wall. He opened his door and brought out the bag with him. If he was going to get Zia, he had to do something dangerous and lethal even for him. Brody picked-lock the maintenance door and entered before shut it closed behind him. In this corridor, there were many piping systems—wiring pipes, water pipes, gas pipes and all sort of pipes that contributed to the hospital and the facility. His main target was the gas pipes. Brody planted C4s on the pipes—ranged twenty to thirty meters between each placement of the explosives. The corridor was also connected to the service elevator where it took him directly down to the second basement. This service elevator was the main commute between the floors whenever they were bringing weapons, prisoners, and whatnot.

“Mr. Sawyer, I didn’t expect for you to come back this fast,” The security at the entrance point equipped with walk-in metal detector stood up with a hand-held detector in his hand.

Brody put his bag on the conveyor belt which was going to send his bag under the items metal detector.

“I have an unfinished business to do,” he replied, spreading his arms so that the security guard was able to check him.

The hunter counted silently in his head, watching the conveyor belt was moving his bag towards the metal detector. One of the many people in the facility, he was sorry for this security guard because he was new here. His mind wasn’t as bad as the senior security guards. The computer made a beeping noise before the alarm tripped. Brody grabbed his gun and shot the security guard because it was obvious that the hunter had nothing else to lose.

“Should have taken the leaves, boy,” Brody muttered, collecting his bag and proceeded with his plan.

With the alarm was blaring out loud, there wasn’t going to be much time before the rest of the security guards poured in.

Zia watched as the interrogator, the man in the dark and the two men who dragged her here earlier, stood up in panic. The interrogator ordered the two men to check the situation. They loaded their guns, ready to shoot anyone dead. They left the room, leaving her with the interrogator and the man in the dark.

“It’s you,” Zia muttered, keeping her gaze to the floor briefly before she looked up and smiled.

The puzzled look on the interrogator was comical. If it wasn’t because of the pain on her face, she might have laughed out loud.

“You asked me what my target is. My answer is you,”

The cuffs around her wrists and ankles unlocked as if someone left it unlocked. Zia jumped and slid over the desk, kicking the interrogator’s hand as he was about to reach for his gun in his hip holster. He grabbed her by the neck and slammed her against the desk but Zia wrapped her legs around his neck, trapping his head and right arm before she gave a hard blow to the top of his head using her elbow. She heard the sound of something cracked under his skin and he was no longer moving.

“You’re going to kill me too, kiddo?” the man in the dark asked.

Zia reached for the gun in the holster of the dead interrogator, “Step forward, dear old dad,”

Yes, it was Joshua in the dark. She suspected it very much because knowing him, he wouldn’t miss the opportunity to watch the girl under his care was tortured and interrogated like she was a criminal. A monster was what he used to call the werewolves and vampires but between them, he was the biggest monster of all. They had a long eye-contact before Joshua pulled out a gun and pulled the trigger several times. Zia was pushed away and someone else took the bullets from Joshua before he fled the scene to save his own life. Her savior spun and met her eyes.

He smiled, “I told you, I’d do anything.”