Pissed, Eloy squinted at her as Gerald and Jennifer quietly went about their separate businesses. "You have seriously jeopardized the entire operation for the last time, Chris. You're out. Both you and Jennifer. You have five minutes."
"Me!" Jennifer said, aghast, as she shook out another sleeping bag. "I told her not to!"
Eloy had his hand on the butt of his pistol. "I'm calling it in, and you're going to go back to the hospital where you belong. Using magic is a mistake!"
Chris slammed her pen down, standing to stare at him, eye to eye. "Look at that goat in there with her," she said, pointing. "Use your eyes. She's not dying. The curse worked with Morgan's blood, you cretin. As soon as we can synthesize it in quantity, we can wipe every last Inderlander from the face of the earth with one curse, and you tell me I've jeopardized the operation? That I've made a mistake?"
One curse. That's what the demons had twisted to try to kill the elves, and look what happened.
"I am the science here," she said confidently. "You are the muscle to keep the FIB and the I.S. off my back. If you can't do that within the parameters I set, I'll send you home and get another one just like you." Her stance stiff, she dared him to say anything, confident she had the clout she needed. "We don't need your kind anymore, Captain America," she said, pushing him out of her way and sitting down. "And you know it. Military idiots who use machine guns to open a jar of pickles. We are fighting magic with magic, and for the first time we are winning."
Hands slowly unfisting, Eloy walked with a heel-toe sharpness on the dirty cement as he went to the cots and sat on one. He frowned, his feet spread wide as he rested his elbows on his knees and assessed me, thinking. His eyes were too bright, too clever for my liking as they traveled over me, lingering knowingly on the bit of tattoo that he could see.
On the other side of the room, Chris confidently went back to work. She may have thought she had won and was in charge, but she wasn't. Scientists never won over the military. When push came to shove, she'd do what he wanted or find herself dead in a hole. He knew it as well as I did, and he didn't mind letting her think otherwise until the last moment.
Winona was making a breathy hiccuping sound, and I took her hand, thinking it felt too thick and short. At least she had fingers. "You're okay," I said softly, not liking Eloy's stare on me. "I'll get you back to normal."
How am I going to do that? I thought, but she nodded, her head suddenly falling forward as she forgot her head was top heavy now.
Jennifer finished with the last cot, her motions more sure as she started unpacking a small box of journals rescued from the last site.
"What were her Rosewood levels?" Eloy asked suddenly, and Jennifer jumped.
"Look for yourself, you lazy ass," Chris muttered, head bent over her notes, and Eloy's eyes narrowed.
"Excuse me?"
"I said, all you have to do is ask," Chris said sarcastically, pulling the data book closer and tossing the black-and-white journal across the space.
Eloy deftly caught it, propping the book on one knee as he leafed through it. "Peaked the chart," he said as he thumbed to the last entry. "She shouldn't be alive."
"Neither should any of you," I said. "Tell you what. Let me out, and I can fix that."
Chris slammed her pen down and half turned to me. "My God, doesn't she ever shut up?" Getting to her feet, she went to stir the soup, which made me all the hungrier. Her mood was shifting now that Eloy wasn't barking at her.
"And the other woman's levels?" Eloy asked, giving me a glance as he stood, book splayed open on his palm as he came to sit in Chris's chair - still playing the dominance game.
Expression mocking, Chris leaned over to flip back a page. "Here are her initial levels," she said, pointing. "We haven't gotten the new levels since her adjustment."
Her eyes flicked to Winona, and it was all I could do to stay quiet. Adjustment? She called that an adjustment? How about I adjust her right out of existence?
Eloy closed the book fast enough to make Chris's short hair shift. "Why not?"
Chris picked up the hot beaker with a Kevlar mitt and poured some soup into a black mug. "She didn't die, for one," she said as she shook off the mitt and blew on her soup.
"Thank God," Gerald muttered, almost forgotten at the monitors.
"We'll get the sample somehow," Chris finished, looking at me and sighing as if I was an errant child.
"Way to think ahead, Einstein," Eloy said, and she frowned.
"You're not touching Winona," I muttered. I had the sudden urge to use the bathroom. This might be a problem if I kept threatening them, but I couldn't stop myself.
Jennifer slid the last book away and turned, smiling brightly. "Want me to dart them?" she asked, eyes going to a box on the counter.
"No," Eloy said, exhaling softly. I didn't like the way he was looking at me, like I was an animal he wanted to study - but one too dangerous to keep for long.
"Yes," Chris said, immediately countermanding him. "At least she would shut up. I thought the whining and crying was bad, but this is worse."
"Let me try," Eloy said, and Chris leaned back on the narrow counter. The light from the single bulb in the center of the room made her expression hard to read. Eloy put his hand up as if asking for patience. "I'm sure I can reason with them," he said, the expression on his face empty as he looked at me.
"And I'm just as sure that Dorothy's flying monkeys are going to come out of your ass," I said, and Gerald rose with a stretch to get some soup, chuckling.
Eye twitching, Eloy stood before me, his hip cocked as if his feet were sore. He was inches from the cage. I could throttle him if I could get my hands through the mesh. "Will you let us get a blood sample from Winona?" Eloy asked calmly, as if he was reasonable and I was an idiot.
"No." I lifted my chin, feeling powerful though I was on the wrong side of the cage. They wanted something. Bad enough to give a little, maybe?
Gerald growled something, and Jennifer sniffed as Chris turned to watch, amused. "You really think asking her is going to work? Jenn, just dart them."
"Wait!" Eloy said, inching closer, his gaze becoming canny, as if he knew I'd been caged before and had escaped. I wasn't cowering in the back, but snapping at the lock, and he respected that even as he thought I ought to be exterminated.
"You stole Kalamack's machines," I said. Not a flicker of change marred Eloy's expression, but behind him, Jennifer's mouth dropped open in a sweet little O of surprise. Honestly, how had she gotten mixed up with these people? My lips quirked as I got my answer from her, and Eloy dropped back a step, clearly peeved by her lack of finesse.