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  “You want more?”

  She allowed herself to smile. “You know I do.”

  “Then what are we waiting for?” He suited action to words and removed his fingers from her body.

  He moved swiftly, his lips meeting hers in the sweetest kiss. He was ravenous and demanding as only their mouths touched. Her fingers went to his shirt, tugging and pulling along with him as he quickly shed his clothes, all the while still kissing her.

  He broke the kiss as he fished in the medicine cabinet for something. A second later, she saw the foil wrapper in his hands. She would’ve taken it from him, but he was in too much of a hurry. He covered himself and pulled her close again.

  Finesse was gone in the urgency of the moment. He pushed between her thighs, sliding into her with only slight difficulty. She was wet with desire and glad he’d taken time to prepare her. She was more than ready for his possession and knew what awaited her in his arms. Eileen was eager to find that bliss again.

  He entered by slow degrees, pulling out a little only to slide deeper on the next gentle wave. When he was seated fully, he stilled and she basked in the feel of him, the complete and utter possession of his big frame wrapped around her, plunging deep within. He owned her in that moment and she didn’t mind at all.

  Strange that. She’d never experienced such an all-consuming need to give all she had to a man. To let him take control. To be in total charge of her body and her pleasure.

  Matt was a special case. He would always be special to her, no matter the outcome of this disastrous affair. He was her lover. Her love. No one else would ever take the piece of her heart she’d surrendered to him. Even though he didn’t know it.

  The thought made her sad, but it also gave her strength. She wanted to enjoy this stolen time with him. It might be all she ever got. She would take it and run with it, and hold this memory against the future—if she had a future. Times were desperate. More desperate than they’d ever been for her. She would enjoy what she could with Matt, while it lasted.

  “Matt,” she whispered as he began to move, unable to keep silent while her body lit up like a firecracker on the Fourth of July.

  The hard length of him touched her most sensitive places, rubbing her into a frenzy with very little effort. It wouldn’t be long before she exploded like a rocket and burst into a million fragments of fire in the sky. How she longed for it, wanted it, yet wanted this incredible feeling to last. She couldn’t have it both ways. Eventually, pleasure would be overcome by ecstasy.

  Thank God.

  Matt began to move. Slow, rocking motions gave way to deeper, harder thrusts until she was whimpering on every pulsing beat. He drove her steadily and swiftly toward the intensity of satisfaction Matt had taught her.

  “Are you with me, baby?” His voice was harsh in her ear, his breathing heavy. He was so tall, his body nearly enveloped her. It felt comforting and safe, only a little overwhelming.

  “Yeah.” She nearly howled as desire overwhelmed her. She was close to exploding. All it would take was a little more…

  Oh, yeah. She came swift and hard. Matt knew just how to move to make her climax on cue. She felt him follow her over the edge, up to the stars and back again.

  They held each other tight, clinging to each other as if they were the only solid things in the universe. They alone existed in a world of sheer bliss where nothing else mattered but the two of them, wrapped in each other.

  All too soon, it came to an end.

  “Damn, sweetheart, you make me forget everything. We’ve got work to do, but I’ll be damned if I can work up enough energy to care right now.”

  She laughed. She couldn’t help herself. He’d summed up exactly her feelings as well.

  “Do you think anyone would notice if we called in sick today?” she mumbled against his chest. She could feel as well as hear the rumble of his laughter against her cheek.

  Chapter Eleven

  Eileen hid another yawn behind her hand. This was going to be a long day, but she refused to sleep until she understood the ins and outs of the chip that had been implanted into her body without her consent.

  Matt had escorted her to the base just after sunrise and summoned a few men to a part of the base she hadn’t seen before. It was where the cleanup team was housed—a separate building built back in the forties, and from the looks of it, abandoned several times since then. The thick walls gave it the feeling of a bunker and provided security that many of the base’s newer buildings couldn’t boast.

  The outside of the structure looked awful. The inside, however, was another story. There were lots of open office space and corridors of private bedrooms in a barracks area, along with plenty of storage for the high-tech equipment the cleanup team used.

  Only a few specialists had been drafted to man the cleanup team. They were tasked with removing any trace of the destroyed zombies from the field of battle. Each member of the combat team carried a supply of transmitters they would drop on each one of their kills.

  If not distinguished from their surroundings somehow, the possibility of overlooking a bunch of old clothes and organic goo in the woods—which was the most common place to find and fight the creatures—was too high. Standard operating procedure for the combat team was to mark each pile of remains with a transmitter. After daylight, when the coast was clear, the cleanup team would come in and locate each kill by its radio signal and recover the remains. They would also sanitize the area to prevent the spread of any stray contagion that might otherwise occur.

  The team tagged evidence and collected samples that Mariana and Eileen used in their ongoing studies of the contagion. All the material that had been recovered to date was kept in this building, which had a secure vault beneath it. It was an old-fashioned bunker with steel and concrete doors that had been added to in recent years. There were now state-of-the-art electronics guarding the highly classified material as well.

  Matt had introduced Eileen to the lead electronics tech, a rather serious man named Wolf, of all things. He was tall, golden skinned, with icy blue eyes. From his features and name, she would bet he was some kind of German and Native American mix. His full name was Wolfgang Blackfeather, and he’d been introduced to her as a consultant, though he wore his fatigues with easy familiarity. To her, that meant he’d been—or still was—a soldier like all the other guys on the team. The others certainly seemed to treat him with respect, as if they knew his skills and found them equal to, or even above, their own.

  Wolf had taken the little transmitter and stuck it under a microscope. He worked silently for the most part, but had allowed Eileen to take a look at every step of his process, explaining the workings of the minuscule device to her along the way. It was very educational.

  The device turned out to be very straightforward. The damned thing had been broadcasting a ping that would provide Eileen’s location to anyone who knew the right place to look, every few minutes since it had been implanted.

  “As long as we keep this in a pH-neutral saline environment, it will keep transmitting,” Wolf said in his quiet way. “It seems to be drawing energy from the ions in the solution.”

  “It was using my body’s natural salinity to power itself?”

  “I believe so. It has no independent power source. It’s smaller than anything I’ve seen before, and it makes sense to have it utilize the chemistry of its anticipated environment.”

  “That’s diabolical.”

  She was appalled by the idea that such a thing was even possible. This technology was way ahead of anything she’d seen before, and she had prided herself on being at the cutting edge of biotech.

  “Your friend Rodriguez had access to some amazing stuff,” Wolf commented in his calm way.

  “He’s not my friend. Never was.” She wanted to make that perfectly clear.

  Wolf bowed his head slightly. “My apologies. I only meant that you’d worked with the man before.” He turned back to his instruments. “Other than the power source, th
is thing is similar to an RFID tag used in many commercial applications.”

  “What does that stand for?” she asked.

  “Radio frequency identification. It’s used in a lot of different ways. One way is to label items so when they’re brought past a scanner that’s tuned to the right frequency, the item is automatically identified and charged to a particular account.”

  The phone rang and Wolf went to answer it while Eileen stole another glance at the tiny chip under high-powered magnification. It really was the most amazing thing. Scary as hell, too. She’d been easy pickings for their enemies. All Rodriguez had to do was pinpoint her location using this hidden chip and send his goons after her. The bastard.

  “We’ve been summoned.” She jumped at the soft words. Wolf had snuck up on her. The man moved as silently as his namesake.

  “Where to?”

  “Commander Sykes wants to talk to us in the conference room. Come on, I’ll show you where it is.”

  He switched off a few lights and motioned for her to precede him out the door.

  The conference room was larger than Eileen had expected. It looked like most, if not all, of the combat team was already there, along with the members of the cleanup crew. Mariana waved hello. She was seated next to Simon. The two looked good together. Comfortable. Like they belonged together and didn’t really care who knew it. Eileen envied her colleague just the tiniest bit.

  Then Matt caught Eileen’s eye and motioned her over. He’d saved her a seat next to him. That was as close to a public statement as anything among this group. He’d just tipped them all off that something was special about their relationship without having to say a word. A warm feeling spread through her body. Maybe she didn’t need to be so envious of Mariana and Simon’s relationship after all. Eileen took the seat next to Matt, and he called the meeting to order without further ado.

  “First off, I want you all to know that I’ve sent two technicians from the cleanup team to Tennessee. They’re going to assist John and Donna, so we’re going to be a little short staffed until they can get things under control down there. We have enough of our own problems or I’d send more help to them. As it is, we’re stretched too thin. As of today, we’re going to get more centralized. We’re all moving in to this building. It’s the most secure building we have fully at our disposal, and I believe there’s truth to the old adage that there’s safety in numbers. So I want everyone who’s not already bunking here to pack up your gear today and move to one of the empty rooms in the barracks area on the second floor. And we’re going to buddy up. Nobody leaves this building alone—day or night. Our adversaries have proven they can get on and off this base with impunity. From here on out, nobody goes anywhere alone.”

  A few people looked around curiously, but most took the news in stride. These soldiers were used to orders changing on the fly.

  “As you all know, we’ve had a major increase in zombie activity the past couple of nights. Unfortunately, I expect that trend to continue. A change of tactics is in order. I’d like to start taking the fight to the enemy instead of the other way around. We’ve had a few direct attacks on Dr. McCormick. I don’t think they’ve given up trying to get to her.” All eyes were suddenly focused on Eileen, and she did her best not to squirm under their scrutiny.

  Matt gave a signal to one of the men near the door and the lights were lowered. A second later, a projector went on and Dr. Rodriguez’s face shone against the side wall of the room, which doubled as a screen.

  “This is the member of the original science team we now believe is responsible for our problems here at Bragg. Dr. Juan Rodriguez. He’s a biotech expert who apparently has some dangerous friends. The man we captured and lost yesterday is a known associate of his. Allowing the prisoner to escape was a tough break and I blame myself.” Matt paused a moment, a pained look on his face. “Lew Kauffman is going to be okay—I got an update right before we began this meeting—but he’ll be laid up in the hospital for a while, I’m sorry to say.” Hard expressions greeted him at this news. Kauffman was a member of the combat support team and clearly had a lot of good friends in here.

  Eileen saw Matt nod at Wolf. He got up and went to the projector. Wolf tapped a few keys, fiddled with something, and a few seconds later a microscopic image of the circuit board they’d dug out of her hip appeared on the screen.

  “This is a locator chip that we found implanted under Dr. McCormick’s skin.” Matt nodded to Eileen, then looked at the tech expert. “Wolf, tell the team what you’ve discovered, please.”

  Wolf went into more technical detail than Eileen expected, showing several views of the chip to give the rest of the team an idea of its minuscule size. Scowls shone on many of the faces around the room as he drew his short presentation to a close. He sat down, returning the floor to Matt.

  “I believe the prisoner must’ve had one of these under his skin, too. That had to be how they knew exactly where to find him. Eileen was tagged without her knowledge, and I believe Rodriguez may have tagged other members of the original science team in the same way. Mission objective has expanded to include the takedown of Dr. Rodriguez and if at all possible, the seizing of his technology, files, and equipment. If we can learn the secrets of his tracking system, and if he’s really able to pinpoint the location of the other scientists, we could do the same. First we need to find Rodriguez’s base of operations. Wolf’s heading up that task. Once we know the location of his headquarters, the combat team will be working on a plan to secure the area.”

  Eileen read grim determination on many of the faces around her. These guys were goal oriented in a major way, and Matt had just handed them a challenge.

  The meeting broke up shortly thereafter, and Matt motioned for her to stay behind while the others filed out of the big room. Mari stayed, too, though Simon took off with the other soldiers.

  “Mariana’s got an idea I’d like you to examine,” Matt said once the three of them were alone.

  “I’ve been working with the formula of your serum and Sarah Petit’s blood test results. I believe I’ve isolated the particular protein sequences in her blood that allowed for her spontaneous immunity.” Eileen was intrigued by Mari’s words. “I then compared the sequences to those in her brother’s blood. Having siblings on the team opened a unique avenue for study considering one had already been proven immune and the other is still in his natural state.”

  Eileen recognized the scientific importance of testing two people who had such similar genetic makeup. The only way the experiment could be better is if they’d been given identical twins to work with, but that was asking too much. Siblings was what they’d gotten. Siblings would have to do.

  “That was a really good idea.” Eileen congratulated the other doctor.

  It was a smart move from a scientific standpoint. One that Eileen would have thought of if she hadn’t been so distracted by all that had gone on in the past few days. Good thing Mariana was on the ball. Eileen’s usual focus had been blurred lately, her mind in a state of chaos.

  “Thanks. What I’ve discovered—I believe—is a way to make John Petit immune.”

  “Are you kidding?” Eileen was shocked by the idea.

  “He has almost all the same protein sequences as his sister, except for two that could potentially pose a problem if he’s exposed to the contagion. Based on my lab studies, he has a less than fifty percent chance of being spontaneously immune.”

  “Those are not good odds for him.” Eileen frowned. “But you’ve isolated the problematic proteins?”

  “Yes.” Mari looked triumphant. “Which is why I think we could coax his body into a much higher probability of achieving immunity.”

  “Before exposure? The serum I developed is designed to negate exposure after the fact. Changing someone’s genetic makeup before they’re exposed seems too risky, not to mention the ethical problems. I mean, we don’t know the long-term effects.”

  “I wouldn’t even consider this under normal ci
rcumstances, but we’re in a bind and I don’t want John dying if we have a way to prevent it.” Matt’s expression was troubled as he spoke for the first time during this exchange. “John and Donna are in a volatile situation, and Donna isn’t really up to the task, even though she’s immune. John needs to be able to fight without risking his own life every time he faces one of those creatures. If he were to become infected, I hate to think what he could do. From the beginning we’ve noticed that some of the person’s skill and ability survives their death. John is an elite warrior. We’ve had a hell of a time tracking soldiers who’ve been turned. John would be a nightmare to neutralize, and Donna just doesn’t have the skills. Nor can I spare anyone from here right now.” Matt ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “I think we need to give him the option.” He blew out a sigh. “I want you to look at Mariana’s work, Eileen. Put your heads together and be as sure as you can that this will work before we go any further.”

  Eileen was uncomfortable with the idea of testing a theory on a live subject, even if John turned out to be willing. Still, it would advance their research considerably, no matter the outcome. Sooner or later, they’d have to put their theories to the test. If John was willing, Eileen would put all her energy toward being certain the test was as safe as it was possible to make it, under the circumstances.

  “Okay,” she agreed cautiously. “I’ll take a look. Where are we working today?”

  “I have some guys moving your lab over here as we speak,” Matt replied. “There’s a lot of space in this old building. It’s not quite as comfortable as where you were, but it’s a lot more secure. Now that we know the base isn’t safe, I’m kicking myself for not having us all here in the first place. Come on, I’ll show you where we’re setting you up.” Matt headed for the door, and Sarah and Mariana followed him out and down the corridor.

  A few flights of stairs and several more hallways later, they arrived at a big space that was fast being converted into a makeshift laboratory. The guys had already made good progress setting up tables, and even as they watched two more groups arrived with equipment from Eileen’s lab.