Toxic Game Read online Christine Feehan (GhostWalkers #15)

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: GhostWalkers Series by Christine Feehan
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Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 140965 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 705(@200wpm)___ 564(@250wpm)___ 470(@300wpm)
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Whitney employs several top scientists. Most have their own labs scattered around the world. He oversees every project, gives his consent or nixes experiments. He’s the banker, so if he doesn’t approve, it isn’t done.

At least, that was in theory. Shylah knew differently now. Three of Whitney’s protégés worked together in his laboratory in France, but they broke away and set up a remote lab here in Indonesia. Two were Americans and one was Indonesian. Whitney talked about them often and how brilliant they were. In the last few months, he’s been angry with them.

Do you know where their remote lab here is located?

She nodded. It’s several miles from here. They’re gone and have been for a couple of days.

I’ll need to see it, if we can get there without infecting anyone.

I can take you there.

Do you know what the fight was about, the one that created a big enough rift that would cause the three scientists to leave Whitney and his endless supply of money?

Whitney nixed their project. They wanted to create new viruses as weapons. Whitney was violently opposed to the idea. He’s all about creating supersoldiers, not destroying the world with a pandemic.

His scientists have gone rogue and you were sent here …

To kill them and destroy their work. It wasn’t exactly sexy telling a gorgeous man that you came to kill someone, let alone three someones. Shylah was a weapon. She had no problem with killing the three men responsible for the creation of such a horrific virus as the one that had been visited on the people of Lupa Suku.

The Milisi Separatis Sumatra had to have gotten the virus from them.

Draden tapped her thigh. Up high. Her heart nearly stopped.

The boat’s around the curve. You stay here, and I’ll go see how many of them I can take out. It shouldn’t take me long. If I haven’t come back …

I’m going with you.

That isn’t necessary. I work better alone.

That hurt, especially as he’d been treating her as a fellow soldier. Doesn’t matter how well you work alone. I’m better that way too, but we can’t take chances. With two of us going after those in the boat, we’ll get all of them.

His fingers tightened around her arm. Let’s do it then. You follow my orders.

She took a breath and went under again, allowing him to pull her toward deeper water in the middle of the river. Why should I take orders from you?

Are you an officer?

I should be. Whitney wouldn’t allow that.

Amusement flooded her mind. A man after my own heart. Keep the little rebels in the kitchen.

Watch yourself, hotshot. You may be the best-looking man on earth, but I’m behind you wielding a very large knife and I’m not afraid to use it.

Bloodthirsty wench. At least you have a knife. Kitchenware, presumably.

He powered through the water like a rocket. The boat with the MSS members was chugging along slowly, spotlighting both banks in an effort to find where Shylah and Draden had come out of the water. It would probably be smarter to allow the terrorists to think they had drowned, but already, they were close to catching up. She could feel the vibrations of the engine.

You wish it was kitchenware, soldier. It’s big enough to be a machete and twice as sharp. I could give you a little nick, so you could test how sharp.

Woman, save it for the enemy. There was a small pause. You ever do this before?

She’d gone up against Whitney’s supersoldiers when he wanted to test her and his newest model soldiers. It was either be victorious or die. Whitney’s experiments were useless to him if they couldn’t perform to his expectations.

Yes. In the water as well as out. I’m not Bellisia, but I do all right. She preferred to drop from above and kill whenever possible. That didn’t mean she couldn’t come out of the water. She was genetically enhanced, and that meant Whitney had thought about whatever she might need. Don’t worry about me, Draden. I can keep up.

For the first time, his fingers slipped from her arm. Strangely, whereas she’d wanted his hand off her, now she felt as though she was completely alone again, and Whitney was testing her. She didn’t like the feeling and wanted Draden back.

We’re coming up on the boat. You take the left, closest to the bank. There are six targets. Three on each side. The spotter has to be taken out immediately. He’s on your side. I’ll take out the commander. The four will begin shooting. If you’re hit, go to deep water and hunker down. I’ll come for you. I’m a doctor so …

I’ve been infected with the virus. A quick death is preferable to that kind of death.

Maybe. Don’t count me out. I want to see their lab. In any case, one step at a time. Take the spotter and then the one on the far end of the boat. Don’t work your way down the line. Middle man is the weakest.


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