HUNTED-Chapter 423: Research Centre (3)
As of yet Keira didn’t have a concrete plan and so she went to the other door, and like she suspected, it was a bathroom. A very luxurious one with a walk-in jet shower, a sunken bathtub fit for more than four people and one of those electronic toilets. It had everything she needed. Like before everything was firmly embedded to the walls. Nothing could be used as a weapon.
There were no towels either, and on closer inspection of the shower, there was some setting named ’dryer’. Seriously, this was a little too suspicious! Why was this place so well put together?
Keira glanced at the mirrored wall behind the sink, her expression matching her thoughts—what the f. It became clear that her initial thoughts about the clothes she had woken up in were right. She was in a light-grey scrub, the v-neck top using popper buttons to put on and remove efficiently and her trousers baggy and comfortable. Her hair was a little on the greasy side and complexion pale.
She didn’t want to use anything in this place, no matter how disgusting she was starting to look. She returned to the room and sat on the sofa, her foot tapping, hand in her hair, as she started to plan out her next steps.
"EAT."
Keira jumped at the booming voice that crackled into the room. She looked around, but there was nobody there.
"EAT THE FOOD, MUTT."
Keira glanced up, locating where the sound was coming from then. Narrowing her gaze, she rose from the plush sofa to look more closely at the camera. Beneath it there was a speaker.
She scoffed. "Suuuure because calling me a mutt will ensure I eat your poisoned food." She crossed her arms, glaring at the camera. "How about no?"
Keira was pretty sure she was speaking to that Carter guy.
"Then STARVE. There are plenty of others who would kill to eat your food."
"What do you mean?" Was she getting some sort of princess treatment?
The speaker remained silent. "HELLO?!"
She threw her hands up when there was still no response. The situation was getting increasingly frustrating. She knew nothing and was stuck in this room with no real sunlight or any idea of what would happen next.
Keira knew she had to keep her cool, think like a Cross. She already had a plan, she just had to be patient. Backing away from the camera, Keira slowly sat down again. How long had she been there? She didn’t care about eating but she was incredibly thirsty.
Now that she knew there was water only a few feet away, it was hard to protest when swallowing was difficult from the dryness of her throat.
Suddenly, the door swooshed open again, and Keira shot up. The same woman from before entered. This time, she wasn’t as quick, but she was more wary because Keira wasn’t on the ground or in her sight. She’d entered, looking directly at the bed.
Keira moved as quickly as she could. Even though she was at a huge disadvantage with a weak body and her wolf still blocked from her mind, she was still quicker than this human. The woman still jolted and looked at Keira before she could do anything.
So Keira changed her plan.
"I was a bit rash…" Keira said. "Can I take the grapes before you take this away?"
The woman didn’t say anything, staring at Keira, or so she presumed; she couldn’t tell with the mark, but her hand was on the side of her gun by her hip. Keira slowly grabbed the vine of grapes, the other hand raised to show she wouldn’t do anything. She popped one grape into her mouth and grinned at her.
The woman released her gun and reached for the tray. When she leaned back, Keira dropped the grapes, spat the squished grape into the woman’s helmet and smashed the tray into her, sending the drinks and food to shatter and splatter into the guard.
She grabbed her gun and pointed it at the woman, clicking the safety off instantly. The woman held her hands up as Keira patted her down, placing two of the silver knives into her trouser pockets. "Key," she ordered.
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The woman didn’t do anything, looking up at the camera.
Keira pressed the gun into the woman’s neck, which the helmet or bulletproof clothing didn’t cover. "I think you have more urgent things to worry about right now," she snarled, playing the part of a vicious mutt rather well. But this really was urgent—for Keira, anyway.
Even if this wasn’t successful, she needed to see more than this room!
The woman’s shoulders drooped, and she pulled out a card attached to a retractable cord on a clip. Backing away from Keira, who followed her steps and kept the gun pressed to her neck, she placed the card on the fob, and the door swooshed open.
Hope filled Keira’s chest, though she knew it was far too soon. "Lead the way out," she ordered, digging the gun further into the woman’s neck.
She didn’t hesitate this time, backing out of the room. Once Keira’s bare feet passed the doorway, she looked to the side, blinking at the long white hallway full of doors. At the far end was a guy dressed in the same clothing as her, two guards beside him, leading him to one of the doors. He looked at Keira, shocked.
What was more shocking was the guards not turning on her when one of their own was obviously being threatened.
"Put. The. Gun. Down." Something cool pressed between her shoulder blades.
Keira didn’t need to look to know there was a gun there. "You really going to shoot your ’prized mutt’?" Keira asked with a scoff, not actually feeling that fearless.
Carter leaned forward, his mouth a little too close to his ear, hot breath against the side of her face. "I know you won’t shoot her."
"Is that a risk you’re willing to take?" Keira asked, ignoring the crawling sensation down her spine at his closeness.
"You’re not a killer." Keira’s lips dropped at the claim. Her act exposed. "But I am."
A shot rang in the air, followed by a blinding pain piercing through the back of Keira’s leg. Her grip loosened on the gun, and the woman twisted Keira’s wrist and grabbed the gun, pointing it at Keira’s face. She’d dropped to one knee, but Carter yanked her to her feet and tossed her inside the room, letting the door swoosh shut behind her.
