Page 13 of An Enhanced Wedding and other stories

“He’ll have to drive,” Mikey yelled and gestured for Finn to get in again.

“Are you fucking crazy?” the third one shouted back. “I’m not kidnapping a federal agent. That shit gets you the chair.”

“Or at the very least life,” Finn supplied helpfully, knowing the longer he stalled the more chance he had of the cavalry showing up.

“Shut the fuck up,” Mikey yelled in his face again, and paused just as they all heard the distant sound of a siren.

“Fuck it,” man three snarled and ran to the van.

“What the fuck?” Mikey shouted and, unbelievably, aimed the gun away from Finn and pointed it to the other gunman. “Peach, I swear we’re not leaving—”

But gunman three—Peach—took no notice and yanked the door open. The second guy decided life was getting way too complicated and elbowed Mikey just as he aimed for Peach. Mikey’s gun went flying and landed right at Finn’s feet. Finn obviously bent down to grab it, just as Mikey decided to kick it away.

Except he didn’t get the gun.

He got Finn.

His sizewhateverboots connected squarely with Finn’s temple and bang—Finn was out cold.

Talon raced into the emergency room, quite prepared to murder anyone who came between him and finding out where his boyfriend was. Jacob shot to his feet, hand outstretched. “He’s in there.” He pointed to a double door.

Talon raced to the door just as a doctor pushed it open and put up a hand out to stop Talon’s forward momentum. “You can’t—”

“FBI,” Talon interrupted and flashed his badge. “Agent Finlay—”

“Is in radiology,” the doctor finished, which gave Talon pause.

“How is he?” Talon wanted to grab him by the neck and shake him to get the words to tumble out.

“Concussion, no fractures. We’re just doing an MRI to check for bleeds as a precaution. He was out for a good ten minutes, which is a fraction too long to be comfortable.”

Talon swallowed his nausea down. MRI?Bleeds?“Can I see him?”

The doctor frowned. “His next-of-kin will have to be informed.”

“I’m his next-of-kin. Talon Valdez. You have me on file.”

“This encyclopedia?” The doctor waved an iPad at him and smiled. “Agent Mayer is a frequent flyer.”

Talon ground his teeth. He may have even growled. “I just want to know he’s okay.”

“My colleague Dr. Henshaw is in there. If the MRI shows a bleed, he will go straight into surgery.”

Talon practically felt the blood drain from his face, and he was grateful for Richard’s arm suddenly appearing.

“Hey, come on, let’s sit. They won’t be long.” Talon let himself be led back and Jacob and Richard introduced themselves.

“What happened?” Talon asked.

“What happened is that Agent Finlay Mayer is getting officially credited with single-handedly catching the group of car-jackers three states worth of law enforcement have been unsuccessful at finding,” Jacob said firmly.

Talon closed his eyes, half in exasperation, half in terror.

“Talon?” Talon opened his eyes as Gael rushed in, closely followed by Vance, Sam, and Sawyer. “What the hell happened?” Gael demanded and Jacob told them. Apparently, Gary “Peach” Cressley—he came from Georgia—wanted nothing to do with kidnapping any sort of law enforcement officer and explained everything that had happened in great detail, including who Michael Davis and Thomas Richman were. Thomas Richman was the enhanced they’d never come across before with the electrical ability.

“Talon?” Talon opened his eyes to see Jeremy Hollis, the nurse at Tampa General who knew them all.

“Jeremy?” Talon leapt to his feet in relief. “How’s—”

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