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over with as quickly as possible. Glowing lights flickered along the walls, casting shadows along them. The faint sickly, sweet odor of death lingered, leaving those who braved the passage to ponder just who met their fate here, how long ago, and if were they still haunting the stairwell.
    By the time Dani reached the top, she thought her heart was going to pound out of her chest. At least she was close to the loading bays. The garages were on the other side of the brightly lit, wide open loading bay. Damn.
    Peering through the rectangular window in the door, Dani couldn’t see or hear anyone. Digging Agent T’s digit out of her pocket, she pressed it onto the scanner quickly before any second thoughts had her wondering if this was really going to work or not. Metal clunking inside the door told her it had and she crept inside.
    The bays were mostly empty tonight. Unfortunately, that left her with a lot of realty to cross without the benefit of cover. Dani crept silently along the wall in the direction of the garages, attempting to stay out of sight, but trying not to look like she was sneaking around. If her impromptu escape plan was successful, whoever was on security detail that night would be dead by morning. Everyone in that branch of Sigma knew about Madame G’s obsession with shifter babies, and her maniacal drive to produce one for her own use. Dani suspected Madame G had practiced on herself many times over the years, using many different methods before searching for a suitable vessel to impregnate.
    Dani heard voices before she heard the click of the secure door to one of the training gyms unlock. Darting behind a stack of boxes on a pallet, she crouched low hoping to remain unseen. Only one of the gyms opened to the loading bay instead of locker rooms, so Agents wanting to take a short cut to the lower levels sometimes filtered through the bays. Holding as still as possible, not even turning her head, Dani slowed her breathing, taking long, slow draws minimizing any sound or air movement as much as possible. There weren’t many vampire Agents; Dani didn’t care for any of them but knew their predatory senses were exemplary. She also knew vampires thought that anything not vampire, was prey. Their arrogance, combined with their distain of working with any creature below their perceived status, landed them on most other Agent’s “avoid” list.
    Would they head to the lower levels or to the garages? The night was still young in the blood eater’s world.
    “I smell T’s funk. Hope we don’t see him. I have a hard time not killing the bastard,” growled one.
    The other male snorted, “I wouldn’t even drain him, just take his head off.”
    “Truth. I drained one of the enhanced Agents once. Never again. I had the shits for a week.” Both males laughed as they walked out the door to the hallway, leaving Dani alone once again.
    She kept breathing at her slow, steady rate for several more seconds to make sure they didn’t come back to investigate. After a suitable amount of time, she straightened and headed straight to the garage entrance.
    Agent T’s finger worked once again to let her into the garages. She only knew roughly which row contained Agent T’s ‘Stang. He was obsessed with his precious car, trolled for women with it, and spent much of his time off duty buffing and polishing it. A character trait that used to annoy her to no end, she was now completely grateful for otherwise she’d never know what he drove or where it was parked.
    Trotting up to the car, anxious to get on the road, her nerves getting the best of her, she dug the keys out of her pocket. Climbing in and inserting the key, the sleek beauty fired up and settled down into a steady purr someone in some other situation would appreciate. But not her, she needed to get going. All the vehicles were parked so they were ready to drive out, so that’s what she did, narrowly avoiding squealing the tires.
    Hitting the controls to open