The Scars of Her Dragon (Dragon Guard Series Book 14) by Julia Mills Page B

tunnels and hidey holes where they are keeping shifters of all breeds. It was built during WWII to be a bomb shelter for the families of the allied forces.” Juan Carlos spoke with a sadness that brought tears to Olive’s eyes. It was then she realized he had been one of the scouts and had witnessed these atrocities first hand.
    “Then let’s just go grab Tariq, beat the shit out of him, and leave him for dead in some hole in the middle of nowhere. That’s what he’s done to countless shifters. I call it justice,” Lennox snarled.
    “While I agree with you, I think we have other considerations. O’Baoill is not doing this on his own; he may be leading the charge but he has funding and partners. If we simply take him out, another snake will slither in and take his place.” Rian paused and looked around the room before adding, “No, we have to completely eradicate Tariq and all that are loyal to him.”
    From the far corner of the room, where he’d been pouring over a large black three-ring binder since they’d walked in, Brannoc said, “First and foremost, we have to get the survivors out.”
    “Agreed,” Max and Rian agreed in unison while everyone else nodded.
    “And I think I know how to do that.” He slowly walked towards the group, his nose still in the book. “As long as these plans are current.” Standing next to Juan Carlos so the panther could see the schematic, Brann asked, “Still look the same?”
    After almost a full minute, Juan Carlos started to nod then added, “Yes, exactly the same.”
    Flipping the page and pointing to a specific spot at the bottom corner of the page, the Guardsman asked, “Did you happen to see this door or go anywhere near this area?”
    “I didn’t but I am sure Matías was there.” He tapped his finger on the page, almost toppling the binder to the floor while indicating a room to the left of where Brannoc had originally pointed. “That is where he hid while the guards made their security sweep.”
    “Is he here?” Brann was getting excited as he waved for Lennox to come and look.
    “He is on the way,” Juan Carlos answered, tapping his head to let them know he’d just called his pride mate.
    “Yes! Thanks. Do you remember at what intervals security does their checks?” Brannoc asked as he moved between Rian and Max to what Olive guessed was the head of the round table and laid the binder down.
    “But of course.” Juan Carlos grinned for the first time Olive could ever remember and said, “Every fifteen minutes in two-man teams.”
    “Perfect,” the Guardsman answered the panther. Then to the group Brannoc said, “If we all go in here,” he pointed at what looked like a manhole cover on the blueprint then moved his finger along a passageway as he continued to explain. “Then move along here and break off two-by-two into these little cul-de-sacs that I’m sure contain the holding cells, we can evacuate the survivors the same way.”
    Picking up where is brethren left off, Lennox talked so fast it took Olive a second to catch it all. “I’ll already have the place wired to blow with explosives at all the weight bearing supports. One flip of the switch and the walls will come tumbling down.” His evil smile reminded the dove why his nickname was ‘the mad bomber’ and that the man really loved to make things go boom.
    Rian looked at Kellan. Olive could hear the buzz of their private mind-to-mind conversation. She could feel the tension building in her mate. Saw the Dragon Leader’s single nod a split second before Kellan spoke. “So we have fifteen minutes from the time they exit through this corridor to get in, get anyone still breathing, and get out. Is that about the size of it?”
    “That is precisely the size of it,” Max answered through gritted teeth. “And I suggest locking anyone who is not a shifter, anyone who took part in these experiments , in the very cages they have locked our brothers and sisters in and let them die where