Grady nodded. “Be careful. She’s been genetically enhanced.”
Davis frowned after him as he ran off into the darkness. “What do you mean ‘genetically enhanced’?”
The beautiful woman watched him go and started to move after him.
Davis raised the gun with focus. “Ah! Don’t move! I will shoot you.”
The woman was perhaps ten feet away now. She gave Davis a sideways look. “I’m a federal officer, too. That man is a fugitive.”
“Show me your credentials.” Davis fumbled for her cell phone, but a glance showed there was no signal.
The woman raised her hands. “Unfortunately, my credentials are classified.”
“Then you’re under arrest. Turn around. Hands on your head.”
The woman complied, turning her back to Davis. “Mr. Grady isn’t what he says he is.”
“Quiet!” Davis produced handcuffs from her belt and approached the woman. But was also surprised by how incredibly aroused she suddenly became—a hot flash spreading over her skin. Davis tried to follow procedure for a solo arrest, to clap a handcuff over the woman’s right wrist while keeping the gun aimed. But she couldn’t concentrate. What she really wanted to do was kiss this Alexa on the back of the neck.
Then, in a blindingly fast move, the woman somehow twisted around and pulled the gun straight out of Davis’s hand—and then cast it off into the blackness, where it clattered amid stored equipment.
“Like I said: We’re not enemies.” The woman glanced over at the exit door. “Now if you’ll excuse me.”
Davis moved to block her way. “We’re not finished. Alexa, is it?”
“You don’t want to fight me, Agent Davis.”
“You’re under arrest. We can do this the easy way or the hard way.”
“But we’re on the same side.”
“I don’t think so.” Davis tried to keep her thoughts straight. She felt guilty for her lustful thoughts as her own girlfriend’s face came to mind. She loved Tracy. She wanted to start a life with her.
But just then Alexa lunged toward Davis and muscle memory kicked in. Davis had a second-rank black belt in Krav Maga, and she’d used it in real life-and-death situations before. As Alexa struck toward Davis’s solar plexus, Davis dodged past and attempted to pull Alexa’s arm forward.
But instead, Davis felt several crushing blows to the side of her head. She found herself getting up from the ground, covered in dust, with a bleeding lip and ringing ears. She interposed herself again to block Alexa from giving chase to Grady. “Hey!” She kept a distance between them but with hands ready.
Alexa frowned. “I don’t want to hurt you, Agent Davis. You seem very dedicated.”
“Good. Don’t move.” Davis knelt quickly to claw a snub-nosed .38 from her ankle holster.
By the time Davis pulled the gun, Alexa was already on her with one hand around Davis’s neck, the other crushing the wrist of her gun hand. It was an insane moment to feel thrilled to be grappling with this woman—thrilling at her touch. It had to be some form of temporary insanity.
Alexa almost broke Davis’s wrist and then batted away the second gun, which flew off into the darkness.
The woman seemed so slim, but her arms felt like they were woven from steel cabling. Their power was terrifying. She then threw Davis ten feet back, where Davis rolled upon the dirty floor—coming back onto her feet again.
Alexa strode forward. “Can we please be done now?”
Davis screamed, rushing in again, and feinted a blow to Alexa’s jaw—but at the last moment tried a vicious punch to her gut. En route Alexa effortlessly countered, then caught Davis’s fist with her open hand, twisting it and sending Davis to the dirt again.
“It pains me to harm you.”
“Fuck you.” Davis rolled free and came up swinging.
Alexa batted aside Davis’s well-aimed blows and shot her hand forward around Davis’s throat—lifting her one-handed completely off the ground. As Davis felt herself being choked out, struggling to pull the rock-hard fingers from around her throat, Alexa’s gorgeous blue eyes stared without anger into hers.
Davis had been a champion female boxer in the army. This baby-doll woman had just defeated her as if she were a five-year-old.
“I really don’t want to harm you, Agent Davis. What we do is for the best. Trust us.”
At that point Davis blacked out.
Grady pulled up his hoodie and slipped on a pair of modified safety goggles. These had near-infrared LEDs punched into their lenses at intervals. He’d cannibalized the LEDs from motion sensors bought at a home improvement store. Grady activated the LEDs from a battery pack, then blended into pedestrian traffic, walking briskly down 120th Street, across Amsterdam. He looked like a paranoid kook to passersby, but in New York that only encouraged people to ignore him—which suited his purposes.
Grady now had to find a safe way back to Chicago, but compared to how things could have gone down, this was a minor problem. And at least he had something to hope for now. He’d convinced someone in law enforcement that he wasn’t insane. Someone honest.
Grady casually glanced back behind him to make sure he wasn’t being followed.
And was amazed to see Alexa about a hundred meters behind, sprinting toward him at an alarming rate.
“Shit!”
Grady pelted down the sidewalk. What the hell happened to Davis? As he ran, he glanced back and saw that Alexa was gaining on him with disconcerting ease. He needed to lose her. Grady dodged among pedestrians, looking for an alley to duck down or a door to enter, but every alley he came across had a tall metal gate with spiked rods above it. Every door was locked. Damn this upscale neighborhood. Everything was battened down tight.
Grady kept running as he stole a glance behind.
Alexa had already closed half the distance between them, and judging by the looks of those who gazed after her, every stranger in the street would be willing to come to her aid.
A hundred feet ahead and across the street, Grady saw a broad alley. He raced toward it, dodging through traffic, and managed to reach the alley mouth before she caught up. He hoped there would be somewhere to hide or a gate he could jump, but to his dismay it was the cleanest alley he’d ever seen in New York—a delivery bay for high-end co-ops to either side and a dead end with a two-story brick building in front of him. There was a surveillance camera and a closed loading dock. He could already hear Alexa’s footsteps coming up behind him.
He turned to face her and held up fists. He’d spent years in Hibernity. He had the video proof that Chattopadhyay had entrusted with him. He wasn’t going quietly. “I won’t let you take me back, Alexa.”
He could see that half a dozen curious people—mostly men—had gathered ten yards behind them at the mouth of the alley.
“Miss, you need help?”
As Alexa came to a stop before him, not even breathing hard, she turned, smiled, and waved. “I’m fine, thanks. Just my brother.” She made a loony gesture with her hand, then turned back to face Grady—the smile disappearing.
Grady could see that none of the men went away.
He lowered his fists. It was a cruel mockery to have her come collect him. It wasn’t fair. He could feel how his legs were trembling. The fear was on him now as he remembered the AI torturing him—stealing his memories. “I won’t go back, Alexa. You’ll have to kill me.”
She stood only a few feet away, arms casually down at her sides. “Why would I kill you, Jon?”
“Because I can’t go back.” He was visibly shaking.
“Of course you will. For your own safety.”
He screamed at her, “How can you be this cruel?”
“It’s not cruel. It’s necessary.”