The Lasaran (Aldebarian Alliance #1) - Dianne Duvall Page 0,61
lingering in the area since the big dustup and brought some vampires in just as dawn broke, said they appeared to be newly turned and might be worth saving. By the time they were settled, the sun had risen, so she opted to stay the day.”
That just confused Taelon even more. Who exactly did these soldiers work for? Vampires or immortals?
“Where?”
“Down in sublevel 1’s infirmary.”
“Thanks.”
Agent Walker turned away from the desk.
“What are you thinking?” one of his men asked.
“I’m thinking I’ll ask Eliana to check out the motel once the sun sets instead of calling Roland again, unless Mr. Henderson returns and decides otherwise.”
The others nodded.
“See you in a few.” Walker headed for a wall manned by more soldiers with weapons.
When he pressed a glowing circular button, two flat panels in the wall parted, revealing a small furnitureless room. Taelon followed him inside and watched as Walker retrieved a flat white card similar to the other soldier’s and touched it to a dark electronic panel beside a row of numbered buttons. A beep sounded. The doors slid closed. Walker pressed a button marked S1.
The floor beneath Taelon’s feet vibrated, indicating movement.
Ah. It was a transport then.
Walker turned his head slightly.
Taelon stood behind him, to one side.
Frowning, Walker twisted and looked back as though sensing his presence. But Taelon made sure he saw only an empty transport.
A beep sounded.
Walker grunted and faced forward. As soon as the doors slid open, he strode down a hallway.
The soldiers they passed all nodded at Agent Walker. Some nodded to Taelon, too, casting him curious looks.
He followed Walker into a room that was clearly a medical facility, though only a couple of medics appeared to be on duty. Fearing his presence would more likely spark questions with so few in the room, Taelon hid his presence from both, allowing them to see only Walker when they entered.
One side of the room boasted what he guessed was an area designed to deal with emergency injuries. The other boasted a neat row of beds, only one of which was occupied.
A lovely woman with long, dark hair lay upon it. Like Roland, she wore black pants with many pockets and a black shirt that hugged her slender form. A long black coat had been tossed on the bed beside hers. A multitude of weapons with gleaming metal blades rested atop it.
Was this Eliana? Walker and the others had referred to her as an immortal. Did that mean Roland, too, was immortal? How did immortals differ from vampires?
Walker started in her direction, then stopped.
Legs crossed at the ankles, hands linked on her flat stomach, she appeared to be sleeping.
He glanced at a female doctor in a long white jacket similar to the ones the butchers had worn at the base.
“She’s asleep,” the woman whispered. “Did you need to speak with her?”
Walker nodded. “It can wait. I’ll just catch her before she leaves to begin tonight’s hunt.”
Hunt? What did she hunt?
“She might be leaving earlier than that,” the doctor said. “I heard her call Rafe and ask him to teleport in and take her to David’s home in North Carolina.”
Taelon’s interest spiked. North Carolina was where Roland and Marcus lived.
“Do me a favor and have her call me before she and Rafe leave, okay? There’s something I’d like them to check out.”
“Okay.”
This time when Agent Walker left, Taelon didn’t follow him. The doctor—oblivious to his presence—crossed to a desk and sat with her back to him, peering at a computer screen. The other medic disappeared into an adjoining room.
Taelon moved closer to the slumbering immortal warrior. Eliana knew Roland and Marcus. She visited them in North Carolina. So she might also know where Amiriska was being held.
Staring down at her, he drew in a deep breath, let it out slowly, then focused on trying to break into her thoughts.
Lisa chewed her lower lip.
What was taking so long? Had Taelon been wrong? Had he walked into the den of soldiers and immediately been identified as the enemy? Had they hurt him? Captured him?
Anxiety rose. Each minute ticked past as slowly as an hour.
They hadn’t killed him, had they? She hadn’t heard any alarms sound. Nor had she heard gunshots ring out inside the building.
Though the voices of soldiers periodically carried to her through the closed windows, all remained distant. Taelon had been right. This area didn’t seem to see much traffic. So as long as she stayed down, she should remain safe.
More long minutes passed. The interior of the car began