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Authors: C.J. Barry

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She stood up, slipping the Glock into the back of her jeans as she turned around to face them. Then she tried to appear as innocent and naïve as possible for her.
The gray suit stopped ten feet away, and she inhaled a quick breath when she met his eyes for the first time in bright daylight. Deep brown, confident, and serious. Nice, aside from the predatory gleam. He appeared to be about thirty. Just from the way he moved, she could tell he could handle himself well in a fight. Military-trained, perhaps. The two other men regarded her with dutiful intensity. She could take them, but the suit was different from your run-of-the-mill human, which intrigued her. Could be an exciting day after all.
He said, “I’m Special Agent Griffin Mercer working for the local extraterrestrial law enforcement agency.”
Her pulse quickened. XCEL agents. Shapeshifter hunters. That explained all the guns. “Exciting” just jumped to “dangerous.”
“You’re under arrest,” he added firmly.
“I’m sorry, I think you have the wrong person,” she blurted, her eyes widening in horror. It was a damn fine acting job, if she did say so herself.
While Cam talked, she glanced around the parking garage for casino security or guests that could provide an easy diversion. She noticed the black van parked two spots down. That’s how they’d snuck up on her. Her hopes for any diversions faded.They’d planned this, and probably shut down the entire garage. Plus she was alone, and it was daylight. Daylight was a problem for a shapeshifter.
Agent Mercer said, “Today, you’re Camille Solomon. Alien shapeshifter, twenty-eight years old, five feet five inches tall, no permanent residence, fake identity, you make your money by cheating casinos, and there’s a gun tucked in the small of your back.”Then he smiled like the devil. “How am I doing?”
Not bad,
she conceded. “I’m five-six.”
“I’ll note that in your file,” he said, and his smile vanished. “Throw the gun in the trunk please.”
Behind him, the van had pulled up, and every molecule in her body aligned for battle. She could see a driver and a passenger who got out and opened the back doors. That made five. The odds were stacking against her fast.
“What am I under arrest for?” she said, dropping the innocent act. “Being different?”
A hint of irritation crossed his features, ever so slightly, but she saw it. Ugh, he was one of
those
XCEL agents. The ones who hated shapeshifters with a vengeance and noble intent. She despised noble intent. It was highly overrated.
He replied, “Cheating the casino. Federal offense.”
She laughed at the irony. “Right, like the casino doesn’t cheat anyone.”
“They report the odds. It’s all legal and everything,” he said. “Gun in the trunk.”
Now she was getting pissed. Damn, how had she tipped them off? She was very good at cheating. Like,
the best
. On the other hand, it didn’t matter how they knew, and she really needed to focus. It was time to get this show on the road. She had a dinner date with her father in SOHO tonight.
“Of course,” she said. “Anything for XCEL.”
Mercer’s eyebrows raised a fraction, but he didn’t respond to her acknowledgment of his agency. She knew all about XCEL and their weapons against Shifters—disrupters for localized paralysis, UVC grenades that mimicked the sun’s rays to prevent shapeshifter transformations, and tranquilizers that no one ever woke up from.
Fortunately, she didn’t see any of those weapons, just assault rifles. And that was because they thought those would be enough to capture her. A human form was a human form, and she’d suffer the same damage as any human would. Shifters couldn’t shift to their native, dangerous forms in daylight.
Boy, were they ever in for a surprise.
Every rifle pointed at her as she reached around and tugged the Glock out of her jeans. She held it out in front of her with two fingers on the gun butt.
“You want it,” she said to Mercer. “Come and get it.”
His eyes narrowed dangerously. “Trunk. Please.”
“Here,” she said.
“Please.”
“Trunk,” he repeated, more tightly this time. “We don’t want to hurt you.”
She smiled. As if that could happen. “Have it your way.”
Cam hurled the gun against the open trunk top with all her might, which, considering she was a shapeshifter, was pretty mighty. It bounced hard off the metal and fired indiscriminately.
Every man ducked, which gave her the split second she needed to shift into Primary form. A collective gasp arose once she’d transformed.
Surprise,
she thought, reveling in the look of disbelief on their faces.
And then everything moved really fast. Someone shot at her. She thinned her molecular structure, and the bullets passed through harmlessly. Her form remained vaporous but whole, prepared for anything else they might throw at her.
“Don’t shoot!” Mercer yelled. “We want her alive!”
His orders made her only more determined. She thinned her structure even more and “popped” through the thick air, reforming in front of the men with the rifles. She grabbed both their rifles and jammed the butts to their heads, knocking them out in tandem.
Someone screamed, “Get the disrupter!”
She popped to the van and wrenched an agent out of the back by his belt, tossing him across the garage concrete floor. He rolled a few times, struck a support column, and didn’t move. The driver came around the corner with a disrupter, and she kicked it out of his hands. It hit the ceiling and shattered into pieces.
Then he had the nerve to get all pissy and reach into his jacket for a gun. She grabbed his forearm and broke it with a loud snap. He yelled, dropped to his knees, and cradled his arm, and she dropkicked him in the face. He flipped backward and landed ten feet away.
Then Cam spun around to find Mercer standing behind her, holding the disrupter, looking stoic and dark. Everyone else was down, and she didn’t see or hear reinforcements. Too bad for them.
“That’s quite a trick you have,” he said. “Shifting in daylight.”
She took a step toward him, wary of the disrupter. It wouldn’t slow her down for long, but it
would
hurt like hell. “I find it comes in handy when someone tries to kill me.”
“We just want to talk to you.”
She laughed. “Right. And the rifles and disrupter are, what, conversation pieces?”
He stared her down, which was pretty unusual. A normal, sane human would have been afraid. He definitely wasn’t, and it worried her just a little.
He said, “I know you don’t trust us—”
“Why would I?” she snapped. “XCEL has spent the last two years hunting us, freezing us, killing us, and moving the lucky ones to prisons.”
“They aren’t prisons,” he said. “They’re safe zones.”
That did it. The disrupter would hurt for a moment, but it would totally be worth it to kick his ass. “When you lock someone up and don’t let them leave, that’s a prison. Even for humans.”
“You’re not human,” he said, challenge in his eyes.
Her temper flared. Cam popped a split second before he dropped the rifle. When she re-formed beside him, he gripped her arm. Shocked by his speed and strength, she froze. How did he know where she was going to re-form?
She tried to strike him, but her arms wouldn’t move. In fact, nothing would move. She stared at him in disbelief and panic. What was happening to her?
“I have a few surprises of my own,” he said softly.
Then he jabbed a tranquilizer dart into her shoulder. The tranquilizer swamped her senses, and she couldn’t do anything to fight it. Her body simply wouldn’t respond, and it occurred to her that he was the reason.
Just before she blacked out, she heard him say, “So sorry.”
 
Griffin stood on the safe side of a bulletproof, shatterproof, Shifter-proof glass wall and watched his captive sleep off the tranquilizer. She hadn’t moved since they dumped her on the bed in the holding cell two hours ago.
Her Primary form was a charcoal black humanoid-like body that was just female enough to be interesting. Her skin was smooth and tough, like a formfitting bodysuit. Her face was more delicately featured than the male Shifters he’d seen, her body leaner, and her frame tall and leggy. In Primary form, shapeshifters were like blank canvases. All they needed was a little bit of DNA to replicate any human they wanted, and they didn’t care what they did as that human. Who they hurt. Who or what they ruined. They were opportunists. Like vultures, only bigger.
The door behind him flung open.
“For Christ’s sake, what were you thinking?” Griffin’s boss yelled loud enough to shake the long glass. “You think tranquilizing her is going to help our cause? Did you not understand your orders?”
Griffin didn’t look at Director Roger Harding. His miserable mug was forever etched in Griffin’s mind as it was. “I understood them.”
His boss stood next to him, his cologne sucking up all the good oxygen. He wore a black suit, as always, along with a black tie and black shoes to go with his black personality.
“Those orders came from the president. Do you want to be the one who tells him that our one chance of protecting this city was blown because you couldn’t apprehend a lone shapeshifter without incident?”
Technically, the orders came from a special senate committee, but Harding liked to think he was bigger than that. Griffin responded calmly, “No, sir, I wouldn’t.”
“Then what was the problem?” Harding said, his voice getting higher by the minute.
If Griffin were at all lucky, Harding would have a heart attack right then and there. He waited, but it didn’t happen. Maybe next time. Griffin was, after all, a very patient man. It had been a hard lesson to learn, but he’d learned it very well.
“We didn’t have a choice. She shifted.”
Harding frowned. “You were supposed to prevent that from happening. You blew the operation—”
“She shifted in broad daylight,” Griffin amended.
Then Harding put his hands on his hips. “That’s crap. Shifters can’t do that.”
“
She
can. Ask the team. I don’t know how, but she converted completely in a millisecond. All her abilities were full strength. It didn’t slow her down at all.”
“Christ, what next with these damn things?” Harding said, running his hand through his hair. He stared at her through the glass. “Has anyone else reported that ability?”
“No,” Griffin said. “Obviously, she’s more special than we originally thought.”
Harding frowned deeply. “Well, that’s just ducky. But we can’t force her to work with us, and this was not a good takedown.”
Griffin took offense to that but didn’t say so. The fact was, the takedown had gone as well as it could have. Everyone survived. Camille Solomon had been captured unharmed and was recovering nicely. And no one outside of XCEL even knew it had happened. It couldn’t have gone better. Except the part where he tranquilized her.
Details.
Harding asked, “How do you intend to guarantee her cooperation
now
?”
“We have plenty of motivation for her.”
“Those motivations better be bulletproof, Mercer,” Harding muttered.
They were. Griffin hadn’t spent the last two months tracking her for nothing. He’d memorized her file, watched her on video, tailed her movements, and documented every single one of her identities. He knew more about her than she probably knew about herself.
Harding asked, “You’re positive that you can handle her? If she gets off your leash and does something stupid, it’s my head that will roll.”
Griffin could always count on Harding to cover his own ass. “I’m positive.”
“What, are you going to use your Indian voodoo to track her?”
Griffin felt the rush of anger through his bones. Harding hated him because he was special, and would use anything to attack Griffin’s self-confidence, including his half-Navajo heritage. Tough shit for Harding. Griffin had never put much faith in his heritage. “If I have to.”

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