Warriors of Poseidon 05 - Atlantis Redeemed

leash.
    Litton kicked one of the men on the floor in the ribs. “Get up, you idiot. Go get more security people. We need help getting them downstairs. Also call Devon and tell him we need a cleanup crew here. One of his people should be able to get rid of this mess.”
    The man scrambled up and ran for the door. As if Litton’s words had released Brennan’s olfactory senses, the rich, coppery smell of blood suddenly seemed to permeate the room.
    Instead of making him nauseous, it fed the berserker rage, and the predator inside of him woke up and smiled. He would bring death, and soon, to these men who dared to threaten his mate.
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    The meaning of Litton’s words suddenly broke through the haze of killing fury clouding Brennan’s mind. Devon, he’d said. So the vampire was behind all this. Brennan needed to transmit the information to Alexios, whom Alaric had said would be returning to Lucas’s Pack headquarters this evening. The thought of their conversation reminded him of his need to conceal the vial Alaric had given him. Brennan briefly tried to establish a mental pathway, but Tiernan made a horrible noise and his concentration fractured.
    “Brennan, I killed him,” she moaned, and the utter despair in her voice terrified him. Someone who despaired would not fight back, and they were going to need to fight back, very soon, or Litton would have her in that mind-destroying chair.
    Over my dead body, he swore to himself.
    Tiernan’s eyes widened, and she doubled over, making a terrible noise that came more from her gut than her throat. Litton yelled at her to stand up, but the guard took two steps back and away from her, the gun still trained on her head, as if he knew what was coming next, as did Brennan.
    She cried out and then vomited, gagging until there was nothing else to heave up. Litton scrambled back and away to avoid it.
    “Get her out of here as soon as the others get here,” Litton ordered the guard. “I’ll meet you at the holding pens.”
    Before Brennan could say something—anything—that might stop him or even slow him down, Litton was gone, and a half dozen more guards, these heavily armed, were swarming into the room.
    These men were well trained, too, no common thugs. They worked as a team, herding Brennan and Tiernan down a long corridor and then through a doorway to a set of stairs leading down.
    And down, and down, and down. Brennan calculated they must have been at least four stories underground by the time they came to the bottom of the stairs and the men prodded them through the doorway into another hall.
    Brennan’s guards kept him separate from Tiernan, and both of them now had guns pointed at their heads. The electricity down here had not been affected by the lightning strike, apparently, since harsh fluorescent lighting flooded the corridor. He got a glimpse of Tiernan as they moved down the hall, and her face was dead white, almost a greenish gray under the lights. Shock had set in and she looked like she might pass out any minute.
    He needed to find a way out, and he needed to find it quick. He hadn’t liked the sound of “holding pens” or the gleefully evil way Litton had said it. The guard behind him shoved Brennan between the shoulder blades with the barrel of his gun and cursed at him to hurry up.
    Brennan glanced back over his shoulder and bared his teeth at the man just for the pleasure of watching him flinch.
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    “Better watch this one,” the guard called out to his comrades. “He passed rational and took the crazy highway a couple of stops ago.”
    Brennan started laughing, but kept moving forward as directed. The crazy highway. They had no idea.
    When they arrived, it was as bad as Brennan had feared. They were cages, nothing more.
    Tiernan moaned again, and Brennan wanted to slash and burn and kill for her. The need to protect her sliced through him like one of his own daggers, now left lying useless on the floor above.
    “Brennan,” she called out. “Do you see it?”
    “Shut up,” one of the guards snarled at her, shoving her into the bars of the cage. Brennan roared out a threat in Atlantean that ripped up from his soul and forced its way out from between his clenched teeth.
    “Shut up, you,” the guard behind him snarled, before smashing his gun into the side of Brennan’s head so hard it knocked him down to the