Page 32 of Monstrous Rampage
“What do you remember?”
His chin tipped up slightly as he studied the tree branches spreading above us. “Waking up in my sleeping chamber with orders to meet you.”
Not meet me. Breed me. I was his mission.
“I’d have told Snyder to go fuck himself.”
“Perhaps agents could simulate coitus though I’m having a difficult time picturing it.”
I had to laugh. “I didn’t mean actual sex. It’s slang. Syko said he could adjust his mannerisms to better match mine, including cursing. Is that something you can do too?”
Rekt blinked again. “Language update applied, motherfucker.”
Another laugh escaped, even louder this time. Easier. “That’s more like it.”
He grinned, flashing gleaming white, sharp teeth. “I like the sound of your laughter, Holly.”
“I’m glad. What do you find funny?”
His eyes flared. “I don’t know. I can’t recall laughing.”
“Then it’ll be my first mission to make you laugh.”
“That would be…” He stared at me, his voice softening. “Unexpected. Greatly appreciated but unexpected.”
I wanted to tell him about Syko. How we’d been able to share a private grid before he destroyed it to protect us both. If I could bounce ideas off someone else about how to break him out…
But everything I said and did inside this room would be heavily monitored. I couldn’t tell where the cameras were hidden beneath the lush branches and ferns. For all I knew, every leaf and blade of grass was capturing my words. The bracelet was probably monitoring my heart rate like an Apple Watch.
Frustration grated through me. Impatience made me twitchy. Syko was trapped in that tiny prison cell until we managed to break him out. I needed help. Serious help.
Without letting Snyder know about it.
Syko said I’d contaminated him. That’s when he’d started to converse on the private grid with me. But he’d known how to keep it secure from DSC. Had it been my blood that gave him mrions? Or was it easier than that?
Natalie had only touched me for a few seconds. She certainly hadn’t bled on me.
But I had to be careful. I didn’t know how many mrions I still had. If I gave some to Rekt and Snyder found them, he’deliminate them for sure. I had a feeling we’d need every single last cell to get the fuck out of here.
Trying to play it cool, I sat on one of the higher roots and closed my eyes. In my mind, I found the tiny, protected secret room. Deep, vibrant indigo gleamed all around me. Feeling a little ridiculous, I thought a question. :Is there a way for me to talk to Rekt without Snyder knowing?:
:Yes.:
Startled, my eyes flew open. I opened my mouth but closed it without saying anything. Damn it. I wanted to ask someone about communicating with the mrions, or Sirian cells. The voice had sounded like me, not like DSC or Snyder. But how could I be sure they hadn’t infiltrated me? When I wasn’t even aware of the mrions?
Rekt stepped closer, eyes narrowed and intense. Or maybe that was just his unusual eyes. I might be reading interest in his gaze that wasn’t there.
“When you talk on the grid to Snyder or DSC, what’s that like?”
“I hear the reply inside my skull as if it’s my own thoughts.”
“But it’s different voices, not your voice?”
“Correct. Plus there’s an inherent signature in the logs that helps me automatically identify whose voice is speaking.”
Damn it. I wished again for Rizan’s easy and quick expertise. “Are all your thoughts on the grid automatically?”
“Yes. I’m fully connected to this facility’s private grid. My Sirian cells integrate automatically.”
