Page 80 of Night of the Living Manny
“Fuck.” He grabbed one of the vials. He had to get the hell out of Dodge. He glanced at the door. Okay, no guard. They trusted him now, and they were mass-producing the serum by his recipe.
He just had to get to a vehicle. Dammit. He needed to get home.
Liam slipped out the main door to the lab, eyes darting left and right. He’d been a little loopy when they’d brought him down, and now he needed a workable, immediate plan.
The compound was lower elevation than Montrose had been, the air cold, but there was no snow on the ground at all, not even a hint. Okay. Okay, he needed a car and maybe a weapon. He had to get back to his kids and his lover.
He needed to take care of his brave girl.
Liam started to move across the compound, trying to stay near the shadows, keeping his head down.
“What the hell are you doing, Whitehouse?” The general surprised the shit out of him, appearing out of the gloom.
“I have to get home. Now.” He was too surprised to lie.
“What’s going on?” The man was frowning, but damn if he didn’t look concerned. Liam thought it was for him.
“My girl is infected. I need to help her. I helped you.”
“Bring her here. We can keep her safe. We have doctors, supplies. We’ll go get her.”
Oh God.
God.
He didn’t know what to do.
“I don’t know if I can trust you not to hold her to control me. I haven’t had good experiences.”
“Son, you are my goddamn hero. I’ll go to the end of the earth for you, and I’m in charge here.”
“My kids and my lover are out there. I need to get to her. Send me with some of your guys and we’ll come back, but I need to help her.”
“We’ll send a chopper. Now.”
“I want to go with them. Please, I’ve told the kids and Brenden not to trust you guys. They’ll come so much easier with me, and I need to help Susanna. She’s infected.”
The general nodded tersely. “Come on. There’s a lieutenant I trust implicitly.” The general smiled wryly. “He’s my son.”
“I have one of those. Susanna is sixteen, General.” And she had to be so scared. He wanted to scream.
“We’ll get you on your way.” The general led him to a hangar, then pulled out a radio. “Kyle, assemble a rescue team and get to hangar A on the double.”
“Yes, sir.”
“I’ll be back, and I’ll get back to work recreating more of the antidote, training others how to make it.”
“I believe you, son. We’ll get your people here and give you safe housing for them. You’ve seen our medical team at work.”
A cadre of soldiers arrived, armed to the teeth and armored.
“He needs to go with you,” the general said. “You’re retrieving his family up near….”
“Ouray. I have the coordinates.”
“One of the kids is infected, so take a kit with you.”
“Will do, General. How many civilians?”
