the government bid on Kaitlyn. Lucas knew there was no chance he would miss that. His vision becoming a reality.
He rolled his Jeep to a stop at the guard gate and nodded to Sam who had a high powered rifle slung over his shoulder.
“What are you doing back?”
“I know, right?” Lucas said, “Adams called me back in. I’d just got home.”
Lucas handed his pass to the burly guard. The older man’s arms were as big as Lucas’s neck.
Sam grunted and handed Lucas his ID. Lucas nodded in thanks and put his Jeep in drive and crept through the gated entry. Night had already fallen and a full moon hung high in the sky. Giving the compound an eerie glow.
Who would have thought that at only twenty he would have such a highly classified job? Certainly not his father, not that he had stayed around to see how Lucas turned out.
Pushing the negative thoughts aside, Lucas drove towards the back of the compound. He pulled into a parking spot and jumped out. Professor Adams’s stone cottage stood off in the distance with a wisp of smoke billowing from the chimney, looking for all the world like an idyllic cottage in the countryside. Very out of place, but Harrington wanted Adams to live on the compound in case any issues arose. The cottage had been Mrs. Adams idea. She said if she was going to be stuck on the god forsaken compound she might as well get her dream house. Harrington had built it to her specifics. Harrington definitely took care of his own. He had to give him that.
Lucas trudged forward across the well-manicured lawn and rang the doorbell. He just wanted the night to be over with.
Mrs. Adams opened the door with a friendly smile, her white hair falling in loose curls around her face. It was obvious the woman had been a looker in her day, but time had taken a toll, and had deeply lined her oval face and high cheekbones. Her bright blue eyes, however, still sparkled with youthfulness.
The Adams’s didn’t believe in the anti-aging treatments that IFICS had invented, but they were okay with turning a girl into half a human. People rarely made sense.
“Come in, Lucas. So glad you could join us.” She stepped aside and allowed him to pass into the cottage. He could smell fresh baked bread cooking. The aroma was mouth watering.
“You look as lovely as ever, Mrs. Adams.”
“Oh, you. Keep ‘em coming. You know I’m a sucker for compliments,” she gave him an impish grin that took years off her face.
A stone fireplace sat to the right, lit with flames. Knickknacks covered the worn wooden shelves that lined both sides. From the look of the shelves, the mantle, and end tables, Mrs. Adams collected angels and porcelain bears. A worn leather couch and two rocking chairs filled the small room. He smiled at the sight of the brightly colored rug in front of the fireplace. It reminded him of a rug his mother had made by hand many years ago. His mothers didn’t turn out quite as nice, but at least she tried. His mom always tried.
“Dinner is almost ready,” Mrs. Adams said sweetly. “I made roast. I hope that’s okay with you. You’re not vegetarian, are you? If so, I can whip something up.”
“Roast is fine. Thank you, it smells amazing.” He’d had no idea he was coming for dinner; he had thought it was just a last minute meeting with the Professor. The sound of his stomach rumbling reminded him he hadn’t eaten since lunch, so a home cooked dinner was a welcome surprise.
“Take off your jacket and join the rest of us in the sitting room.”
Lucas shrugged out of his jacket and wondered who ‘the rest of us’ were. He hoped he wasn’t being ambushed with some crazy upgrade by the professor. They were too close to make drastic changes now.
Mrs. Adams took his jacket and walked away to hang it in a nearby closet.
“Follow me.” She smiled and led him down a narrow hallway lined with black and white photographs.
He almost stumbled over his own feet when he saw Kaitlyn sitting on a floral