Sentinel: Bravo Bear: (A BBW Paranormal Shape Shifter Romance) (The Agency Book 1) by Amelia Jade

where he threw Connor inside rather unceremoniously. The inside was empty, and Connor slid across the floor until his head impacted on the metal bump over the wheel well.
    Ringing burst through his skull from the blow.
    “Ow,” he moaned, blinking rapidly, trying to shunt the pain aside.
    “Quiet,” a voice rasped.
    He forced his eyes shut for several seconds to try and stop the spinning, then opened them, focusing on the source of the voice.
    A metal panel separated the rear of the van from the driver. Along the panel a welded metal bench sat elevated off the floor, upon which sat an Agent. The Extremis Agent climbed inside, pulling the door shut. He kicked Connor hard in the side, then moved around behind him.
    Connor started to get up, and received an elbow to the side of his head as payment. He fell back against the cool, dark metal of the floor, reeling from the blow. This was not going at all the way he intended.
    Then again, the intervention of some sort of Extremis super-Agent hadn’t been on anyone’s radar. He frowned mentally at that, content to just lie on the floor for the moment. Neither of the two men in the back seemed inclined to do anything as long as he stayed still. In fact, his covert glances showed him that neither of them had tranq guns either. That was good, if he could find a way to beat the Agent.
    Connor had always relied on strength to overpower his enemies, and a combination of strength and training when simple power didn’t work. It was scary to realize his biggest advantage had just been neutralized.
    “What are you feeding him?” he asked the man sitting on the bench, pointing over his shoulder at the Agent.
    Neither replied, but he saw the man—who he was now confident was not an Extremis Agent—roll his eyes.
    “Take off your mask,” the man commanded instead.
    Connor made no move to comply.
    With a sigh the man gestured, and before Connor could do anything the Agent casually grabbed the mask and ripped it from his face, material tearing as it parted around the back of his skull. By ripping it from him and not pulling it off, the force of the Agent’s grip pulled Connor’s head up off the floor.
    When the material parted, his head fell, hitting the floor again.
    “Ow,” he said dully, more angered at that last insult than anything else.
    “Where is your base?” the raspy voiced man spoke again.
    It was becoming clear to him that for some reason that man was in charge, while the Extremis Agent wasn’t. Something in his head told him that was important, but he wasn’t sure why yet.
    “All your base are belong to us,” he replied.
    The man frowned. “What?”
    “Nothing,” he replied, unsure of where that cryptic reference had come from.
    The question was repeated.
    “What base?” Connor asked.
    “The one your silly little Underground operates from. Stop acting like some dimwitted buffoon.”
    Interesting. So you know we call ourselves the Underground do you? I wonder how you came by that little tidbit of information.
    As far as Connor was aware, the Agency hadn’t actually captured any of their operatives yet. Connor and his team had always been able to prevent that. Aside from them, the rest of the operation was mostly contained to internal people, those that the Agency would never know worked for the Underground, because they never did anything in the outside world that would call attention to them. If Connor was being truthful, he didn’t even know how many there were. Flint was the only one who knew that information, and he never involved himself in operations that might expose who he was.
    In response to the man, Connor mimicked the noises of an ape. For that, he earned a swift blow to the ribs from the Extremis Agent. Something collapsed under the fist, and he sucked in a sharp intake of air, pain blossoming over his side as he did.
    Broken rib, one for sure, possibly two. This guy hits too hard. I’ll need to find another way to beat him.
    His eyes began to