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May sat uncomfortably in the back seat as the jeep bounced over potholes and washed out spots of dirt runoff. She didn't say anything. Each bounce dug the handcuffs into her skin, until it felt like the metal had direct contact with her bone. She focused on the physical discomfort, breathing through her fear. Her sister may be free even now. They could have picked her up. She might be on her way to Homeland.
May took a deep breath. It was worth it. She had survived so far. When the wild looking male had jumped on her, hitting her with hundreds of pounds of angry male, she had closed her eyes and thought, this is it. But it wasn't.
May shifted her focus to the New Species in the passenger seat, the one with the burgundy eyes whose entire being screamed, "by the book."
She liked him. If she wasn't on her way to jail, or death, she would like to figure out what his DNA was mixed with. He didn't have the features of felines or canines she'd seen on t.v. Of course, he was an absolutely huge New Species. His shoulders were wider than the man he sat next to, and his chest stretched out the uniform he wore to such a degree that May wondered if it was actually comfortable.
His eyes were certainly his most striking features, but all of his features, taken together, were attractive. He had a generous nose, not overly large, but it definitely fit his face. He had wide nostrils and very plump lips. May ran her tongue across her dry lips. She knew women who paid thousands of dollars for lips like his.
He had pronounced cheekbones, and dark brown eyebrows that slashed straight across his forehead, giving him an overall sculpted appearance. May felt a wave of sadness; this beautiful man was going to hate her in about fifteen minutes. May wondered if she could do it, if she could say the things she was supposed to say. But then she thought of her sister. She could do anything if it meant her sister was free.
They arrived at the front entrance of Reservation more quickly than May had hoped and were waved right through. The New Species driving the jeep parked it quickly and opened her door, pulling her out of the back none too gently.
May sucked in a breath when he wrenched her shoulder and made pain zing through her wrists, but she quickly bit her lip. She didn't want to make them feel worse than she was about to make them feel. She knew that she was the enemy, and she didn't resent his anger and frustration
May saw the guard from earlier get out of the jeep. He walked ahead of them, opening the door for the guard who held her arms and then leading them into what must be the security building.
"What room?" he asked the other man.
"Basement," was the reply.
Well, that didn't sound good, May thought. Her thought was confirmed by the quick look that passed between the New Species.
They descended down steps into the basement. The temperature was noticeably cooler. The guard with the lovely eyes opened a door and waved them through. The room was tiled and monochromatic. May saw a two-way mirror and, she swallowed hard, a drain on the floor. May had never been purposely hurt before, she wondered if she could stick to her story if they hurt her. She hoped so.
The guard holding her arms sat her in a chair and moved across the table.
"I am Tiger," he said, "Tell me why you are here."
May took a deep breath. This was it.
"My name is Stephanie Taylor," May answered, "I was a waitress at the banquet you had here at Reservation."
"I was involved with Roger Werner," she continued, taking a deep breath, "he used money from my trust fund to buy a drug, B-47. That's a breeding drug."
Tiger waited.
May tried to remember everything she was supposed to say. The only thing she could really remember…
"Our plan was to put the drug in a cake, but the girl who made it caught us."
"Describe her," Tiger interrupted.
"Blonde," May remembered Walker describing the baker. She had to say so many awful things already she just couldn't do it, "Curvy, and we thought deaf."
Both New Species watched her closely, but Tiger's eyes narrowed. He looked over at the other, "Jericho," he said, "Please call Darkness. I would like him here please."
"We'll be right back Ms. Taylor," Tiger told her, standing up.
I'm not going anywhere, May thought.