Free The Pack-Retribution by LM. Preston Page A

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    His expression turned serious. “Internal Affairs, Elite Officers, Logan and Garcia will be questioning you. Be glad it’s not Elite Officer Dax again. Get out and go straight to Intog. ”

Chapter 13
    Great! This is freakin’ unreal. I’ve got to figure out who’s doing this. Whether it’s revenge on me, the people directly part of Monev’s death, or the Security Force.
    Shamira wasn’t in the mood to deal with that snake Garcia and her sidekick Logan. They loved playing that good cop, bad cop scenario. Today though, she’d be one of their victims and she hated it because right now, her team appeared like they weren’t able to hold it together. That they were bringing some hated attention to the Security Force and that the Security Force was losing control over their planet once again. Just great. Now Earth would consider their acceptance of the band of kids from the poisoned organization, Monev, to be a threat instead of a help.
    Internal Affairs Elite Officers never seemed to accept her team. Shamira always got a bad feeling from them when they had interviewed her and her team for their indoctrination into the training program. Her team did have a less than stellar background, but they’d proved themselves with their lives—which was something most cadets didn’t have to do to become trainees. All the other cadets had to do was be born to an Elite officer or a member of the police force to be evaluated for acceptance.
    She purposefully walked through the halls, a frown on her face that slipped her back to the days before she came to the Force. Days when, as a blind person, she didn’t have to face people’s contempt, hate, love, or laughter head on. The place where she could sit in the dark, smell them, assess their emotions and decide which pile they fit in. The kill pile or the help pile. Now with sight, heck enhanced sight, she had to fix her expression to respond to what she saw and sensed so openly on the faces of those around her.
    She’d hope she would get used to this by now, but she hadn’t. As a reminder of what her life had been, she kept the same extremely pale blue eyes, that others had said looked dead. But now those eyes held power to see through walls, skin, and track heat. Lot of good it did her though, it didn’t help her realize they were being ambushed. Nor did it help her to see through the suits of her attackers. It was almost as if those who were after her knew she had to ability to literally see right through them.
    The Intog rooms were just ahead, and she spied her team members being led one by one away for questioning. The thick doors with a peek-a-boo window were soundproof, but everyone on the force knew what was going on in there. Someone on the team was getting chewed up and spit out.
    Several of the senior Elite Security Officers were conducting their questioning. Shamira inhaled and rolled her eyes as Dax led Mitch away. She grabbed her brown hair in her hands and tied it into a knot at her nape. Taking a deep calming breath, she faced down Elite Officer Garcia.
    “Finally.” Garcia folded her arms in front of her tan uniform. Her brown hair pulled in a severe bun that made her pale skin look deathly against the dark bags under her eyes.
    “I made it, didn’t I?” Shamira figured why play nice. She wasn’t in the mood to be phony. She didn’t like Garcia, and faking it wouldn’t help her cause anyway.
    Garcia narrowed her eyes, barely containing her anger and contempt at Shamira’s insolence. “Last one here, though. What kind of leader in training is that?” Garcia snatched Shamira by the arm.
    Shamira sidestepped Garcia’s attempt to grab her. “Don’t touch me—ever. I know my way to the Intog room.” Shamira spun around and opened the door to the same room she’d been in earlier. There sat Logan, smiling kindly at her with his laughing brown eyes, and brown skin.
    “Shamira, glad you made it back to us safely.” His hand waved over at the chair