The Sphinx Project

Not many people can say their entire existence has been one big lab experiment: poked and prodded by scientists, genetically modified to be the best and endure the worst, subjected to daily tests and trials that would kill a normal human. All Michaela wants is her own life, to be able to go to school, flirt with boys, maybe eat ice cream now and then. So when the chance to escape finally comes, Michaela and her sister grab it, taking their friends with them. But they weren’t the only ones to find their way out of those labs. Following close behind are another breed of creature, one that doesn’t know the difference between right and wrong, who exist only to feed their own hunger. The appearance of a strange boy who seems too much like them to be a coincidence makes things even more confusing. But as the world begins to literally fall apart around them, Michaela must accept his help, especially when she could lose the very thing she holds dearest: her sister.


56. Chapter Fifty-Five

I stepped forward, casting my eyes around the large warehouse.


The inside wasn’t what I’d been expecting, to say the least. There were no piles of crates or cartons, nor any indication that any products were ever stored here. Instead there was a huge hall with two rows of beds down the middle.


Men milled around everywhere, all dressed in similar colors—black, brown and khaki—and similar styles, and yet they weren’t uniformly dressed.


Gazing at the weapons being polished and prepared, there was everything from basic hunting rifles and combat weapons, right up to the most elite of the sniper rifles. Every man handled his weapon with care and expertise. These were professionals. I doubted most of these men were anywhere near the right side of the law.


With a gasp, I turned my head back to Matt, who had followed me. I caught his gaze easily, since his eyes were resting on me already. He seemed to be waiting for a reaction.


“What’s all this for?” I asked.


“A rescue. I told you that already,” he murmured.


“Do you know where they’re being held?”


“Not yet,” he said. “We’re still waiting on the intel.”


“What if I told you we know?” With all of these men and resources, it made me happy to know something he didn’t.


“We need to go somewhere private to talk about this,” he said in lieu of an answer.


He turned on his heel and strode to a staircase set against the wall of the warehouse. He didn’t wait for a reply or turn to see if we were following.


I wanted to growl. I didn’t like him very much at all.


The steps led to what must have been a supervisor’s office and a cat walk stretched the whole length of the building to a second office on the opposite side.


The other office had its windows covered over with black fabric. As we climbed the steps, a tall woman with cascading mahogany curls stepped out.


She moved onto the catwalk, but instead of walking toward us, and the steps we were climbing, she dived headfirst over the railing. She was like a character from a video game or movie; she executed a perfect somersault and landed gracefully in a crouch below before straightening herself.


My eyes widened with shock. I had never seen anyone but the girls with whom I was raised do anything of the sort, and even then we probably wouldn’t do it just to avoid the stairs.


Looking back, Matt saw what held us enthralled. “You didn’t think you were the only ones, did you?”


I shook my head and followed him into the office.

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