Soulless The Girl in the Box - By Robert J. Crane Page 0,19

she appeared to be chewing on her lower lip. I felt a little bad for her, because it was obvious nerves were working on her at least a little. “The GPS says we’ll be there in less than five.”

I nodded as I took another drink of water and popped a piece of gum in my mouth. I had left the purse behind when I changed into a gray suit with a white blouse underneath, placing my wallet and FBI ID into the pockets of my suit jacket. I could feel the lump that was my pistol under my left arm, the weight of it against my side in my shoulder holster. I knew Kat and Scott were carrying as well, but I doubted that they knew I was carrying a backup in an ankle holster on the recommendation of Parks. The two of them had been uncomfortable with the firearms portion of our training. I reveled in it, like I did all the other parts that involved fighting.

Parks drilled it into our head over and over to use every tool at our disposal. “Your powers set you apart from others,” he’d said. “In ancient times, people with your powers could rule entire countries. In modern times, one man with a gun can hurt you more than an ancient army. The gun is mankind’s great equalizer and you’re a fool if you don’t recognize it.” He talked like a drill sergeant when he was training us. I knew he’d done a stint in the army because he’d told me so. Parks knew his stuff. He’d been with M-Squad for almost ten years, since he and Bastian had basically built the unit from the ground up.

I also carried a knife strapped to my calf on his recommendation, but that was another thing I wasn’t likely to mention to the squeamish Kat especially, nor Scott. No use making them edgy. I was glad Scott was excited. I was skeptical. I hadn’t done this before, and I didn’t want to get into a situation I might not be prepared for while hunting down a meta I had no knowledge of.

Scott guided the car onto the exit ramp as the gentle voice of the GPS told him to turn. I could see the Kwik Trip lit up just off the freeway, a fifty foot sign out front with the price of gas in red as an enticement to save a cent over their competitors across the street. We turned into the parking lot and stopped in front of the pump. Kat and I both looked at Scott, questioning, until he shrugged. “We need gas. We can look around here and then head out to the hospital to interview Lideen, if he’s awake.”

Kat walked alongside me toward the door while Scott pulled out his Directorate issued credit card to swipe it in the gas pump. “Talk to the clerk while I go to the bathroom?” She said this to me as I pulled open the glass door so she could go in.

“Uh, okay.” I shook my head as she veered toward the back of the store. I watched her pass a bakery case with a wide selection of donuts. I felt my stomach rumble and realized I never did get my dinner, but I shook it off. It felt like my metabolism had slowed in the last few months, in spite of the training routine. I had to watch what I ate.

I approached the counter as the Asian kid behind it stared at me, the only person in the store. I reached for my FBI ID and flipped it open, trying not to feel nervous. After all, he was most likely going to be paying attention to the ID, not me. “Sienna Clarke,” I said, just barely remembering my assumed name. “FBI. I’m here to ask some questions about the robbery.”

“Uh, yeah.” He nodded, his acne seeming to have reddened. “I wasn’t here when it happened.”

“I know that.” I pulled out a small notepad and pen I was carrying in my pocket. “The victim was a Daniel Lideen, right?” He nodded at me. “You work with Dan very often?”

“Nah,” he said. “He was usually mornings or overnights. I work evenings; this is only part-time for me. Dan’s a full-timer. I was here before he took over last night at eleven, though.”

“See anything unusual?” I was asking mostly out of general interest. I wasn’t planning on spending a lot of time interviewing this kid, since he hadn’t