THE DOOR CREAKED AND Brita’s eyes snapped open. She shoved to her feet and stood facing the man just inside the door, her body tense and ready for battle. “Who the hell are you and why am I here?”
He was in his twenties, built lean and strong, and dressed in black from head to toe. Bright blond hair, thick and unruly, covered his head. His oddly slanted eyes were a brittle, cold blue. He appeared relaxed but something about his posture told her he was anything but. The gaze which had locked onto her as he came through the door had nothing behind it.
It was like looking at her own impending death.
“What’s going on?” She took a step toward him and he smiled, a controlled curling of lips that had nothing to do with humor.
“I’m here to kill you Subject 13.”
She frowned. “Is this some kind
