Target Rich Environment, Volume 2 by Larry Correia

Author:Larry Correia [Correia, Larry]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Baen
Published: 2019-12-03T05:00:00+00:00

Marko checked his watch. It had been three minutes since they’d rammed the door. They were running out of time. He glanced around the laboratory. He’d memorized the blueprints, but it still felt like he was in the wrong place. It was far plainer than he’d expected. Laboratories were supposed to have all sorts of interesting devices—Tesla coils and bubbling vats, that sort of thing. This was mostly computers and all of the fancy medical equipment looked like white or beige boxes. Disappointing.

He’d shot a few of the staff to make the point that he was in control. From the noise coming through the walls, the V-8 soldiers were being a pain in the ass and refusing to die. A couple of his assault team hadn’t checked in, which meant they were probably dead. The breachers were holding the front door. Basco was watching one entrance to the lab and Gregor had the other. Meeker was off running an errand, and Doroshanko—who actually understood all this egghead stuff—was screwing around with their computers.

“Sniper team. Status outside?”

“I don’t think the cops have made you yet. The riot is going crazy.”

That had been money well spent. “Doroshanko, what’ve you got?”

He’d pulled his gloves off so he could type better. Marko could see the bones of his fingers through his weird, translucent skin. Some mutations were stranger than others. “I’ve taken most of their research, but there are a few files that have extra password protection.”

Marko glanced at the scientists. He’d made them all kneel on the floor in a line. “Which one of you has the password?” They all looked at the floor. “Nobody?” He tore off his mask, went to the nearest idiot in a lab coat and picked her up by the hair. There was a hot pressure in his face as the fangs grew, and then he sank them into her neck. His jaws clamped shut, slicing through the flesh. She kicked and thrashed and screamed as the wonderful blood filled his mouth and painted the walls. He unclenched his jaw, ripped his teeth out, and hurled her across the room. She slammed into a machine hard enough to smash a huge dent in the sheet metal and send sparks flying from it. Droplets of blood sprayed from his mouth as he shouted, “How about now? Anybody got the password now?”

“Market, the number forty-two, underscore, the number twenty, blue!” shouted a young man. “All lowercase!”

“Thank you,” Marko said as Doroshanko typed it in. The Moldovan vampire nodded when he was in. “Keep being helpful like that and you might just live through the next few minutes.”

Gregor came in, dragging an Asian man by the tie. “Look what Meeker found hiding in a janitor’s closet upstairs.”

“That boy has a nose like a hound. Ah, Mr. Iwashiro. Just the man I’ve been looking for. I really enjoyed your press conference.”

“Why are you doing this? We’re trying to cure you!”

“Cure us?” Marko laughed. “You’ve got that backwards, Doc. Vampires are the cure. I’m preventing genocide here.

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