Magic Bullet

Ch. 15: Hell hath no Fury…Pt. 2

RPOV

I had just finished the completed personal screamer unit and was showing it to Jackson, when a cold shiver ran down my spine. Not ten seconds later, word reached us of Bella's capture. Her human back up, Marko De Lucca, had been late and arrived to see her unconscious form loaded into a van. There had been too many Thule agents to for him to attempt a rescue. If the bastard had kept to his schedule, my mate would be halfway home by now.

To compound his fuck up, the idiot lost the van when he tried to follow it. The only thing Marko did right was when he gave an accurate description of the Thule agents he had seen. Jackson paled when he heard the description of the woman that was with them. He bolted down the hallway and into the elevator before I found out what was wrong.

I raced back to my lab and changed into my field gear. There was no way I'd let Bella stay captive. The Thule was about to learn not to fuck with Rosalie Hale's Soul Mate. I had just put my twin .50 Cal. Desert Eagles in their hip holsters (despite what I told Emmett when we tried to make our relationship work, size really does matter) and grabbed my flare gun when Jacks strode in with an old file in his hands.

"How much has Bella told you about her past," he asked hesitantly.

"Just an overview of her lives during both World Wars," I replied, something in his body language made me apprehensive.

He laid the file on my workbench and opened it. The first thing I noticed when I looked at the contents was a picture of the woman that Marko described. When I looked back at him, his expression had turned grave.

"The woman in the picture is the Mata Hari. Just prior to World War 1, she was recruited by French Intelligence because among her lovers were a German Crowned Prince and several enemy generals. It goes on to say that she became a double agent and was executed for treason by the Allies," he began.

"What isn't in the history books don't know is that while she had many lovers, the Mata Hari had only one Love; a British pilot, Capt. Duncan Newkirk. Better known to us as Isabella Blackmore. Bella had been in London recovering from her most recent death when the Mata Hari was arrested. That fact had been kept from her until after it was too late and her lover had been executed.

"Just before her date with the firing squad, a Cabal operative discovered that the real traitor had been the head of French Intelligence. Instead of turning over the evidence to the authorities, the Ruling Council decided to bury it. The Mata Hari was deemed a threat because she knew the truth about Bella. Everyone thought she had died on October 15, 1917. Unfortunately, her remains vanished.

"Things got further complicated when a former German General admitted to having the execution staged while on his deathbed. During World War 2, rumors kept surfacing that she was a Thule assassin. A number of our best agents at the time are said to have met their end by her. Until today, there had never been any proof that she was still alive," he finished.

"And now the bitch has my Bella," I responded and bolted out the door. It hadn't taken me long to get out of HQ and get to the airfield outside of town. Thankfully, Jackson had a plane waiting for me.

The pilot nodded curtly as I boarded and shut the door. A minute later, we were in the air and I mentally prepared myself for what was to come. The hours passed by with exaggerated slowness but eventually we crossed the Swiss border. The pilot faked engine failure and we bailed out. This was the third time since I embraced this life that I needed to jump from a perfectly good aircraft.

The first time was for training and the second was an accident. Bella wanted to induct me into the mile high club and I inadvertently kicked the Fuel Dump lever, we were in the cockpit at the time. Now, I was hurtling toward the ground so that I could save the love of my existence from a fate worse than death.

As soon as I had hit the ground, I ditched my parachute and scented the air. Just like before, I instantly knew where she was and sped off in that direction.

BPOV

I fought my way back to consciousness and almost wished I hadn't. The pain was too much; the drugs I'd been pumped with kept me from healing my injuries from my jump. Bit by bit, the room came into focus and I realized I was laying on a metal examination table in an empty room somewhere. The last thing I remembered before being knocked out was Margie's face.

A noise to my left captured my attention. Carefully, I turned toward the sound and saw my first love watch me with a hateful expression. She walked seductively until she was in front of me. In her hand was a hefty looking hammer.

"You broke my heart, darling, so now I break you," she purred as she struck me with the hammer repeatedly.

Bones had broken with each blow. She wanted to hear my screams but I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying out. The sounds of fighting from outside the room made her stop.

RPOV

I waited outside the private hospital that the Thule were holding Bella in and tried to formulate a plan of action. Suddenly, I was overcome with fear, loss and horror. The emotions weren't mine but Bella's. Our imprinting came with a few gifts, one of which was empathy when we were in close proximity to each other. When I felt her emotional pain, planning went out the window.

Instinct had taken over and I burst through the front door a snarling animal. It was like Royce and his friends all over again as I ripped and tore my way through everyone in my path. The scent of their blood and fear heightened my frenzy and lost myself to it. There was a small part of my brain that kept rational thought and counted off thirteen dead and more than a few bullet holes in my clothes.

I thought the frenzy had peaked until I reached the room Bella was in. That bitch, the Mata Hari, was hitting her repeatedly with a hammer and from the look of ecstasy on her face, enjoyed the pain she inflicted. She turned to face me and dropped the hammer.

There was a blinding flash and when the light returned to normal, the coward was gone. In her place were four more armed fools that didn't last ten seconds. My hands were slick with their blood when I picked up my mate from the examination table. Rage burned through me as she whimpered in pain. That. Bitch. Was. Going. To. Die. The next time we met, her blood would drip from my chin like a fine wine.

Marko and a cleaning crew arrived as I made my way downstairs to the reception area. I left them to do their thing and gingerly placed Bella in the backseat of one of the cars. An hour later, we were at a safe house where she could heal in peace.

I kissed her on the forehead and watched over her as she slept. Thank God, I'd gotten there before Mata Hari could do anything worse. Jackson had called just after we settled in and told me that we'd be extracted in two days. I wasn't looking forward to the debriefing but if it meant that Bella and I would be curled up in our own bed afterwards, it would be worth it.