Page 108 of The Chemist

“Let’s split up,” Marc suggested, breaking them into smaller groups and sending each group off in a separate direction.

Zero was partnered with Jared.Go figure.There was no way that Chase was letting Levi out of his sight. Especially not after their near-death experience.

The two rushed down a corridor, opening fire on anything that moved. More and more men kept popping up, shooting guns and trying to decapitate them with their knives and lead pipes.

Where were all these people hiding when they first arrived?

Rage surged through Zero as they approached a door marked “Communications.” With Jared picking the lock, Zero stood guard with his back against the wall. His leg was cut, and his cheek was bleeding. He wasn’t sure where he injured his leg, but he didn’t have time to think about the pain.

Where the hell was Diesel? Was he still alive? Did he know that they were coming for him?

The lock clicked beneath Jared’s fingers. It appeared that Jared and his brothers had more skills than just taking off their clothes and raising their legs above their heads.

“Do I want to know where you learned that?” Zero asked, not sure he wanted to know the answer. In his mind, thestripper guildwere all angels who never did anything illegal or unsavory.

“Spent a few years in the British Army. I learned a lot of useful skills.” There was something unsettling about the way his smile landed. Zero imagined it was probably how Hannibal Lecter looked when speaking directly with Clarice.

Carefully opening the door, Jared listened for any sounds of movement. Silence. But that didn’t mean shit when being hunted.

Raising his finger, Zero began counting down from three. Right when he got down to one, an explosion went off inside the room, and gunfire erupted.

What the fuck?

Zero charged into the room, gun drawn and ready to fire. Standing in the center of the room, with his arm holding the doc in a choke hold, was Ares.

Bodies lay scattered and bleeding. One man held his arm, which was dangling at an unnatural angle. Next to him, Matteo stood holding a gun to the man’s head.

“Move. I dare you to, asshole,” Matteo growled.

Standing there in his tactical gear, perfectly sculpted hair, and shimmering blue eyes, Matteo was sex personified. It was as if the gods of sex and beauty had a child, gave him a loving personality with a dash of a hot temper, and then let him lose on humanity.

The human race stood no chance.

“Let me go, you piece of shit,” the doctor spat out.

“Such language from someone who is supposed to be an upstanding member of society,” Ares teased.

Zero was still confused as to what just happened.

“Where did you guys come from?” Zero asked, walking over to where the doctor was struggling against the growly-looking man.

“Up there,” Ares said, nodding his head upward toward an open air vent dangling from the ceiling.

Perhaps now they could finally get some answers.

“Where’s Diesel?” Zero asked, punching the doctor in the gut.

The man barely moved, still trapped in Ares’s grip. He let out a laugh.

“That depends.”

“Depends on what?” Zero shouted. He was tired of these games and attempts at stalling.

“Umm, guys? You need to see this,” Jared called from behind Zero.

“What—” Zero shouted, spinning around and gasping when his eyes landed on the screens Jared was staring at.

The wall was filled with several screens monitoring different sections of the property. Each screen cycled through multiple shots and angles, all capturing different aspects of the area surrounding the facility.

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