Robert Crane - Soulless

Plus, I knew how he looked naked. And it was…not bad. Not bad at all.

I cursed my responsibility again, and thought about Charlie, sitting in the bar even now, doing what she wanted to do when she wanted to do it. She blew through town when she felt like it, hung out with me when she wanted to, and, like some kind of idiot, I gave her money pretty much any time I saw her. Maybe I felt guilty because I thought I had it so much better than her, like I’d gotten lucky. Hell, I probably had. But she didn’t even seem like she was trying, just doing whatever she wanted.

Meanwhile, I had just put off something I wanted more than almost anything else in favor of doing something I had to do.

I fell asleep sometime after passing a sign that read Chippewa Falls and when I woke up there was light on the horizon. Reed was talking to Scott in a hushed voice, and I heard them both share a chortle. “Where are we?” I asked.

Scott looked over at me. “About five miles from Eagle River. Directorate analysts went over property records in the area and found a few anomalies for us to check out.”

“Oh?” I blinked my eyes. “How far behind us is Kat?”

“At least four hours,” he said. “She’s got some agents with her, and they’re going full tilt with the sirens on, but they’re just west of Eau Claire now.”

“Maybe we’ll get lucky and come up empty the first few places,” Reed said from behind us. I looked back at him in askance and he shrugged. “It could happen.”

We followed the GPS, passing through the town itself and out a side road, stopping at an old building on the outskirts, an aluminum shed that looked a little like a barn. After taking a hard look around inside, we found nothing. The next stop was an abandoned farm on the other side of town. By the time we got out of the car, the sun had been up for a little while and it was already hot. I left my jacket in the car and rolled up my sleeves, shedding my gloves. Reed and Scott shared a look and steered well clear of me as we walked up the dirt road toward the farmhouse.

My holster was solid against my ribs, and, I realized about halfway up the drive, quite visible since my jacket was gone. I felt for my FBI ID and remembered I’d left it and my wallet in the jacket. I shrugged and looked at Scott. “Got your ID?”

“Yep,” he said, patting his back pocket.

“Good. I’d hate to get shot by some old farmer because I couldn’t properly identify myself.”

“As a fake FBI agent, you mean?” Reed cracked a grin when he said it.

We walked up the dusty road, my shoes picking up an accumulation of particles as we went, a fine sheen of light brown earth on the black surface. “How many more of these property anomalies do we have to check?”

“Three more,” Scott said as we reached the farmhouse. The screen door was open, hanging off its hinges. The door behind it was cracked and didn’t look to be in much better condition. The white paneling that was wrapped around the house was in shambles, and looked like it had been there since the early 1900s, gray in some places, cracked and peeling. The shutters were off all but a few windows and the glass was broken out of those that I could see. “I don’t think we’re going to have to deal with anyone living here,” Scott said in dark amusement.

“I don’t know about that,” Reed said. “This looks like a fine place for some snakes to nest; or maybe a posse of angry badgers.”

I looked at him in confusion. “Badgers form posses?”

“They do in this state.”

Scott led the way through the door, his hand extended in case trouble presented itself. He paused and looked at Reed. “You want to check the barn?” Scott turned back to look into the house. “It’s not looking like much in here.”

“Sure,” Reed said, and looked at me. “You?”

“Yeah, I’ll go with you,” I said.

Scott frowned, looking back over his shoulder at us. “That’s okay. I’ll just check out this creepy old farmhouse all by my lonesome.”

“That’s the spirit.” I gave him a barehand slap on the back, causing him to jump and then look at me with a stern face. “We’ll meet you outside.”

Reed and I walked to the barn, an old, decaying structure that looked to be in just about as good a repair as the farmhouse. The silo looked as though it had collapsed years ago, now nothing more than a bed of concrete blocks laid out across an overgrown field, green grass sprouting around the white of the blocks like tombstones in a graveyard.

“You think this is it?” I looked at Reed to see how he was holding up. He looked calm enough.

“Probably not,” he said as he opened the barn door wide, letting loose a foul, disgusting smell that caused me to cover my nose and gag.

“What is that?” I asked

“I think something died in here.” He tucked his shirt over his nose and walked forward, looking around until he stopped in front of one of the animal stalls. “Yep. Something died here.”

“Ugh.” I retreated from the barn, moving back to a comfortable distance where the smell started to fade. I could still see him looking around within, but after about a minute he came back to me, popping his head out of his shirt and taking a deep breath. “Why did you think this wasn’t the place even before you opened the door?” I asked.

He pointed to the ground in front of the barn. “No sign of vehicle tracks or footprints, here or in the main driveway. I don’t think anyone’s been here for a long time. Now, it could have been Omega doing a really excellent job of covering things up, but now that I’ve looked around, I’m inclined to believe it’s just an old farmhouse.” He wrinkled his nose. “Complete with remains of an old farm animal.”

I stared off into the distance, where the sun was up off the horizon, casting its light on the green, rolling fields that surrounded us to the trees that covered the horizon. “We’ve got a few more to check. I kinda hope the next one is it, though; I’m sick of these dead ends.” I turned and started walking back to the farmhouse, where I saw Scott emerging from a side door, brushing his shoulders off with enough emphasis that I suspected spider webs might have entangled him.

“I don’t know,” Reed said, taking one last look at the barn. “It might be the next one, it might be the one after that, but I kinda hope it’s none of them. I know Omega, and I shudder to think about what kind of secrets they’re hiding out here.” He made a face. “I suspect it’ll make us long for an abandoned farmhouse with old rancid animals.”

“Maybe,” I said. “But whatever they’re hiding, I need to find out.” I took a deep breath, trying to enjoy for just a moment the feel of the sun’s rays beating down on my arms and my hands. I felt like I was soaking them up, taking in the heat. “There’s a lot riding on this, a lot we’ve sacrificed to be at this point, to take the assignment this far.” I tried to hold my chin up. “Whatever’s waiting for us, we’ll find a way past it.”

“You sure about that?” He raised an eyebrow at me. “You’re talking about the organization that threw both Wolfe and Henderschott at you. I doubt they’re gonna just let you waltz into one of their most closely guarded secrets.”

“I doubt there’ll be much waltzing, at least not until afterward,” I said. “But whatever they’re going to throw at us, whatever’s waiting, we’ll get through it.” I smiled. “After all, how bad could it be?”

Reed rolled his eyes at me. “Jinx.”

It was bad. Worse than I expected. Guards walked the perimeter of their so-called Site Epsilon, black-clad figures that wore tactical vests and hid behind tall chain-link fences with barbed wire stretched across the top. They probably weren’t visible to the naked human eye, but a meta would see them if they paid close attention, their black standing out against the green of the woods like tar smudged onto a painting of a summer field.