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

roam the interior of the van, looking for something he could use as an advantage when he made his move. Meanwhile, the “interrogation,” if that’s what it was, continued.
    “Fine. The names of your comrades then,” the man said, switching avenues of question.
    “Johnny, Freddy, and Georgie,” he replied, rolling his eyes. “Are we serious? Is this really your version of an interrogation? I mean, come on ! This is pathetic. If you want, I can show you how it’s done,” he suggested, putting his hands under him and starting to rise.
    The Extremis Agent’s fist came at his face, but Connor dropped his hands just in time so that it was only a grazing blow. Playing a hunch, he faked being hit worse than he had. There was no follow-up. While that didn’t confirm his suspicions completely, it helped. It had been quite clear the blow hadn’t impacted him as hard as the others.
    “Very well. If you won’t tell us, we’ll have to move on,” the man said, reaching into his jacket.
    Connor tensed when the man removed his hand. He had expected to see a tranquilizer gun. Instead, the man held a needle, the tube filled with a nearly clear liquid. There was a hint of light green, or perhaps yellow tinge to it. Connor’s head was still hurting, and he couldn’t quite make it out, especially in the dim light in the interior.
    He needed to get his hands on that vial.

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    The van went over a bump.
    The big Agent slammed his head into the ceiling, leaving a slight dent in the metal roofing.
    “Ow,” he said slowly, rubbing the top of his head. The thick, slow voice all but confirmed Connor’s hunch that though the brute may be strong, he wasn’t particularly smart. Something had obviously backfired in their serum.
    It was time to make his move.
    Connor rolled quickly, pulling his legs into his body until his head was toward the interrogator. Planting his hands above his head, he lashed out with both feet, connecting solidly with the Agent’s face. The big man with the impossible strength crumpled under the blow.
    Behind him, the interrogator tried to stab Connor with the needle.
    Compared to the Extremis-enhanced Agent though, this man moved as slow as molasses. Connor’s hand shot out, grasping his wrist and squeezing, simply crushing it until his fingers opened, neatly dropping the vial into Connor’s hand.
    “Hey, what’s going on back there?” The shouted voice came from the front as the man wailed in pain at his mangled wrist.
    “Shut up,” Connor muttered and hit the man square in the face with his right hand, eager to ensure that it worked again after the deadening blow he had taken earlier.
    The man crumpled.
    Excellent.
    Turning toward the rear, he saw his first target starting to move. He jumped on the big man and slammed a fist into his face until he lay still. The blows broke one of Connor’s fingers though, depriving him of his full power.
    “Dammit,” he swore.
    Escape was more important at the moment. The vial had to be delivered into the proper hands. Whatever it may contain, he knew it wasn’t the type of tranquilizer that worked on shifters. That was a deep golden color, closer to opaque than it was translucent. He took the needle, bent the metal around on itself, and jammed it in his pocket.
    The rear doors swung open under a booted blow to the center.
    Noise assaulted him as the van moved quickly through the city streets. Cars passed on one side, and the van passed vehicles on the other side.
    Connor motioned for the truck behind him to stop, then grabbed one of the doors, ripped it off its hinges, and jumped.
    He landed on all fours on top of the metal door and proceeded to hold on for dear life as he careened through the road. The truck behind him hadn’t stopped, only slowed down, and the driver slammed on both the horn and brakes as Connor’s side crunched into the front, sending him spinning wildly in another direction. A car swerved to avoid him and the mirror broke off on