Winter's Awakening: The Metahumans Emerge (Winter's Saga #1) (13 page)

My heart thundered in my chest. Cole wanted to help us and he understood this was the best way he could help. Without thinking, I stepped up to him, wrapped my arms around his waist and buried my face in his chest. So unexpected was my display of affection, that it took him a moment to respond. But when he did respond, wow! I could almost see the sparks shooting off of us as we held each other for just a moment.

“Come on, you two! We’re not saying good-bye, forever. Cole, we’ll contact you once we find our mom. Count on it!” said Alik.

“The plan will only work if we maintain our secrecy, guys. We’ve gotta go!” Evan urged.

We slipped out the back door of the restaurant. Moments later, we were at the truck. True to his word, Cole met us there and handed the keys to Alik. “Take care of yourselves. I’ll be waiting for that call.”

The boys slugged each other on the shoulders in that guy-to-guy affectionate way, and we loaded up fast.

“Meg,” Cole called just before I closed the truck’s door. He looked so sincere as he leaned toward me and brushed his warm lips against my cheek in a gentlemen’s kiss. I was breathless. He smiled that dimpled smile and closed the door for me.

With Alik at the wheel, we pulled out of the lot and headed down the highway. I don’t think I stopped grinning for an hour.

Chapter 36 Just the Three of Us…Well, and Maze

We drove in silence for a few hours, each of us lost in our thoughts. Maze woke us from our trance with an annoying whining sound.

He had to find a bush, and quick. I’d been so caught up in our worries; I’d completely neglected my best buddy. Alik pulled the truck over and we got out to stretch our legs while Maze found the perfect spot on which to pee.

“So, you ready to let us in on your plan, Meg?” Alik spoke just above a whisper, though we were completely isolated. I think he was worried I was going to get all moody and crazy on him. Poor fellow. It must be tough living with a walking emotional superconductor all the time.

I smiled ruefully at my brothers.

Back in the truck, Evan worked as my scribe as I shared my skeleton plan with them. “Alik, how much detail do you remember about The Institute’s floor plan?”

He caught on fast and smiled. “Everything. They had an emergency exit map laminated beside the door to my room. That is, assuming they haven’t changed the layout.”

“Right,” I said, “We’ll just have to hope they didn’t.”

“Evan, they’re bound to have a pretty high-tech security system set up in multiple stages throughout the facility. Do you think you can get us past them?”

“I’ll need some equipment, but yeah, I think I can figure out how to bypass anything they’re using.” Evan said with an uncharacteristic smile pressing his lips.

“As for me, I will be able to find mom once we’re in there.”

“What do you mean, you’ll ‘be able to find mom’?” Alik asked.

“Listen, I’ve been noticing something since we left the ranch. Maybe I could always do this and just didn’t need to. I mean, I’ve only had you guys, mom and Maze to work with. Or maybe I’ve just started developing this skill … kinda like what mom hinted to in her journals. But, if I concentrate, I can feel people.” I said all this in a near whisper as if it were a huge secret and outside ears wouldn’t understand. Or maybe I just felt stupid putting what I’d been feeling into words.

My brothers both looked over at me with raised eyebrows.

“Don’t look at me as if I’m crazy, you idiots! I’m telling you I can feel people. I can feel what they’re feeling. It’s how I knew we could trust Dr. Andrews and how I know Michelle Andrews is the one who put the tracker in the truck. I knew what the thugs were thinking when they attacked. I’ll be able to feel mom. It’s like knowing there’s a fresh baked pile of cookies hiding in the house and following your nose to find it. That’s the best way I can think to describe it. If I’m close enough, I can find her by following her scent.”

“Wow, Meg. You’re a real freak, you know that? I mean, I’ve always known you’re an emotional nut-job, but now you can feel the emotions of others?” Alik glanced over at me from the driver’s seat, clearly teasing me. It made me want to punch him square in the jaw.

Evan, ever the diplomat, spoke up. “I have a bit of a confession too. I mean, I would have told you guys sooner, but I always worried about saying too much in front of Dr. Andrews and Cole. Besides, it just started showing up a few days ago. Kinda like Meg, I don’t know if I could do this for a while and just never had the opportunity on the ranch, or if it recently came-about.”

“What is it? What are you talking about Evan?” I was excited to know that maybe I wasn’t alone in my newfound abilities.

“I can pretty much unlock any machine.” Evan said simply.

“That’s not new. You’ve always been good at taking apart and putting together all things mechanical.” Alik said matter-of-factly.

“Well sure, and Meg has always been hyperemotional. That’s not what I’m saying. I can crack any mechanism nearly instantaneously. All I have to do is look at it and I can see in my mind its inner workings. Then, I can manipulate those workings.” Evan looked to me for understanding then continued. “Now sometimes I need equipment to help me accomplish that, but that’s just a necessity. I’m not magical!”

“Wait. Back up. You can make machines do what you want it to do? Like what, make an ATM spit out money?” I asked.

“Well, yeah, I could probably do that. But I don’t think that would be very ethical. I don’t like the idea of stealing; besides mom would flip her lid.”

“You got that right!” Alik blurted. “It’s bad enough we took this truck from Cole and Dr. Andrews.” Alik pointed out with a hint of guilt in his voice.

“We did what we had to do to protect them. It’s not like we abandoned them on the side of the road. I’m sure Mr. Burns will help them get back to Kansas safely.”

Truth be told, I missed Cole and Dr. Andrews. Those two men had truly honest souls and only wanted to help us. I wondered what Cole thought of me and remembered his tender good-bye. Was he relieved to be done with us? Would he think of me? Would I ever see him again?

From a passenger’s viewpoint the doctor’s SUV was comfortable and functional. Now that we were in the driver’s seat, so to speak, we got to appreciate the bells and whistles.

Evan took one look at the GPS and quickly did a search for The Institute’s address. Within moments, he had a map pulled up on the screen displaying the approximate drive time. It was only three hours twenty-three minutes away. Our mom was so close I just wanted to fly to her side and kill the monster that had taken her.

But before the fury and anxiety merged into one of my typical uncontrollable rages, I made myself breathe slowly and think. It would do mom no good to rush The Institute half-cocked with no decisive plan, all guns blazing. That could be fatal, for all of us.

“Listen guys, we need more time to prepare our strategy. Let’s not rush it. You mentioned that we need to gather equipment, right Evan? We’re going to need to create a diversion too. Explosives?” I was just thinking out loud ticking off ideas as they came to me.

Evan leaned back to the onboard computer. With a few flicks at the screen, he pulled up three addresses of sporting good stores in the area. Reading briefly a basic list of the merchandise each offered, he zeroed in on his top pick.

Chapter 37 The Audacity of That Woman

He had quite enough of this impudence. How dare her! Her little display of ungratefulness left a serious mark on his neck. He could barely swallow or talk.

The pain medicines he administered to himself kept wearing off too fast, so he’d just established his own morphine pump. All he had to do was push a little button and a wave of deliciously numbing medicine pumped into his vein. But he had to be careful not to overdo it. He had to maintain all his faculties. After all, he had a lot of work to do, and he needed a clear head to do it.

His personal bodyguards made very short work of Ms. Winter. Considering the injuries she brought on herself, she may very well die before the children arrive. No matter, she was just the bait. The true goal has always been to bring the children home. Once they’re here, he was sure they could be persuaded to embrace their roles.

They had so much catching up to do. So much had happened since they were stolen away and he was anxious to involve them in all his newest ventures. He had great plans for them. Ah, so much to do, so little time.

The children were coming to him just as he had planned. When they arrived, he would have a welcome home party the likes of which they’ve never seen.

A morphine-induced grin showed jagged, yellow teeth.

The children will see how much they were missed. The gifts he had given those children had been squandered by that wretched woman all these years.

Now, the children would have the long overdue opportunity to thank him for all he did for them.

He was anticipating that moment with great zeal.

Chapter 38 Immaculate

It was late. We arrived in town around 7pm and decided to drive around The Institute to get a feel for what kind of security they may have.

The center building stood seven stories tall and covered one square block, at least. There were four smaller buildings connected to the main structure at its corners. They stood glistening stone-white in the setting sunlight. Blackest windows etched into a symmetrical pattern across the external walls. The entire compound covered four square blocks and was maintained flawlessly.

Every shrub and tree was trimmed perfectly into neat little cubes or spheres. The deep-green grass encircling the buildings looked soft enough to sleep on. There was a stone pebble walking path that snaked around the complex intentionally highlighting the immaculate landscaping, but it was just for looks. There was no one on it except the landscaping crew of guys. They must be out here daily to keep this place so pristine.

An inconspicuous steel rectangular sign was angled near the entrance of the main building. It simply read: The Institute of Neurobiological Studies - Dr. Kenneth Williams CEO.

Oh, yeah, this guy was full of himself and not afraid to plaster his name all over a building that housed horrific and illegal scientific practices. He truly must see himself as exempt from the law, from ethics and from humanity.

Although I didn’t see any security as we circled the complex, Evan did. His trained eyes knew what to look for. He pointed out cameras, could spot “hidden” sensors, and even got an idea what kind of system and guards would be just inside the lobby doors.

“Alik, does this bring back memories?” I asked my brother gently, not sure if coming here had just opened Pandora’s Box.

He pressed his lips together tightly and squinted straight ahead looking like he was really concentrating on the road. I gave him some time to answer. I felt him working through his inner turmoil with the flood of images passing through is mind while collecting the necessary blueprint data we needed.

“Yeah, I remember everything.” He gestured with a nod of his head at the large center building. “The executive suites were on the top floor of that building. Williams’ office should be there. Floors two through six were offices for researchers, developers, assistants, etcetera.”

His blue eyes looked with unrestrained hatred at the smaller building on the southwest corner. “And that’s where they kept us while they worked on their top-secret Infinite Project. That’s where they made the metahumans.”

All three of us stared at the building with our personal degrees of loathing. Being here was going to be harder than I imagined. I could feel my brother’s anguish and it nearly caused me a physical reaction.

I needed to concentrate. It was time for me to try to find mom.

With effort, I pushed back the waves of emotion streaming toward me from Alik and Evan and tried to focus instead on trying to sense mom. I took some deep breaths and closed my eyes. I thought of my mother, the beautiful woman who raised me. I allowed myself to remember the little things that brought waves of emotion crashing down on my heart.

In my mind, I saw my mother’s strong, gentle hands. They were always the right temperature. If I were feverish, they felt cool and soothing on my forehead. If I had chills, my mother’s hands felt like warming mittens against my skin.

In the evenings, when we sat around the living room playing games or reading, my mom would always have to have her hand or her toes or something touching us. If I were sitting next to her on the couch, she would make sure we were snuggled against each other. Even if we didn’t say one word, lost in our own leisure activities, we were always near each other.

Mom had the best laugh. Her eyes would squint up into slits as her wide smile pushed her cheeks up. Her smile was dazzling and her laugh was addicting. We would do anything to hear that genuine, belly-rolling, till-you-cry, laughter of mom’s.