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  The Alpha Heist

  Stealing the Alpha, No. 1

  By Kate Rudolph

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  The Alpha Heist © Kate Rudolph 2015.

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  Table of Contents

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

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  Chapter One

  THE JOB WENT TITS UP sometime after Mel grabbed the flash drive from the vault. And vault was a highly overrated term for that sorry excuse for an executive safe. This whole thing should have been much harder. From what she could tell, the company was run by a bunch of scientists without a thought in their heads for real security.

  All the better for her.

  Even better still, the laughable security made it a one man – or woman—job. More money for her, and fewer people liable to fuck something up. Just as she liked it. While she was sprinting down the final corridor of the building, she didn’t let herself think about how Krista and Bob might have made it a bit easier for her. She was perfectly capable of working alone, and had been for a while.

  The barking of the dogs preceded the clomping footsteps of the security guards. Mel could outrun the guards, no problem. The dogs were another issue. She hoped they didn’t catch up. She had sharper fangs and much nastier claws, but violence against the innocent had never been her go to. She’d do it if necessary, but the animals didn’t deserve it.

  What the hell had tripped that damn alarm?

  She slammed through the double doors, barely feeling the impact before she sprinted through the parking lot, the only light coming from the feeble streetlights. Mel would have been kicking herself if she could spare the energy. Her car was nearly a mile away. There was no reason she should have needed to sprint the distance. She was sure she hadn’t tripped any alarms.

  And yet here she was, running her ass off to flee the scene.

  But, fine, she’d do it. The only other choice was to be captured by idiot humans and their pets. Or to kill them all. Neither option appealed, so the sprint it was. She cleared the parking lot and made it to the grass of the small woodland bordering the office. This park claimed to integrate itself seamlessly into nature to provide a healthier habitat for the employees. Mel had yet to see a corporate building successfully blend in with nature, and this research facility was no different.

  Crickets chirped and nocturnal creatures dove for cover as she passed them. They would have done so if she were just a regular person, but adding to their confusion was her scent which must have scared them all the more. The half-moon hung high overhead, giving her more than enough dappled light to navigate through the copse of trees.

  While she could see clearly, the security guards couldn't. She could still hear them, but their running had slowed. And so had the dogs. Good.

  After she ran a few more yards silence engulfed her. The woods looked the same, but all sound vanished. Mel looked behind her and saw the faintest shimmering of the air. She lifted up her hand slowly and pushed out. The air resisted.

  A ward.

  She could have pushed all the way through; this wasn’t meant to keep her prisoner. But her curiosity got the better of her. “Show yourself, witch.” She let the menace lace her voice. It wasn’t quite a snarl.

  A woman stepped out of the shadows. “Is that really how you’re going to address me, Mellie?” She looked somewhere around forty, though Mel had never learned her exact age. Anyone with magic could cast a glamor and appear however old they wanted. Looks meant nothing when a person might be thirty or three hundred. The woman wore black pants and a dark gray top, all the better to fit in so late at night. Her only jewelry was a pair of simple diamond earrings nearly obscured by dark brown hair that hung past her shoulders.

  And now some things fell into place. “Hello, Tina. Did you trip the alarm?” She was surprised at her own scorn, she’d long been used to Tina’s antics.

  Tina laughed, a full-throated affair that would have echoed through the woods if not for the ward. “Perhaps you’re just getting sloppy.”

  Mel bit back the reply she desperately wanted to make. “If I’m sloppy, then why are you offering me a job?”

  Tina put a hand to her chest and her mouth dropped open - she looked the picture of innocence. “I’m hurt, my dear. Perhaps I just wanted to talk.”

  “In the middle of a forest with guards chasing me?” Mel leaned back against one of the sturdy oaks, acquiescing. “Fine Let’s talk.”

  Tina tossed her hair back behind her shoulders and planted her hands on her waist. “The Scarlet Emerald.”

  If Mel had been holding anything she would have dropped it. As it was, she barely kept her expression neutral. “What makes you think I'm not insulted by that suggestion?” The Scarlet Emerald was legendary among shapeshifters.

  Tina scoffed. “Please, you’d do anything if the price is right.”

  That little remark made Mel want to turn this whole thing down flat. Who the hell did Tina think she was? Some two-bit thief who couldn’t cut it as a witch. Not a powerful one, anyway. But Mel wasn't ready to burn that bridge. Not now. “There are maybe – maybe – three people who could pull it off. And this is all off the top of my head.” She held up a finger, “Cyn got nicked by vampires two years ago, she’s out for the count. Ice Queen wouldn’t even try it. That leaves me. And once I’m discovered, there will be a bounty on my head big enough to buy Kansas. Not interested.”

  “Are you afraid of that kitty cat?” Disdain dripped from the older woman’s voice. “Torres, despite his castle, couldn’t keep you out if he tried.”

  Lucio Torres, alpha of a small clan of cats, was the current owner of the Scarlet Emerald. Everyone knew that. Without research, Mel didn’t know much more. Obviously he could take anything in a fight, and his security had to be top notch. But she could beat it.

  Though she wasn’t going to. That mark had a death sentence attached.

  “You don’t even want to know the price?” Tina quirked a brow. With a flash of her hands, she dangled a pure diamond suspended on a platinum pendent. “For your trouble.”

  Unconsciously Mel reached for it, heart pounding. But Tina snatched it away again. “Is that Ava’s?” Mel asked. Hate bubbled in her throat and she could feel her claws tear beneath her skin, ready to rip out at the right moment.

  Tina smiled, “Yes. Scry worthy.”

  Taking the job would be suicide. She’d get herself, and probably her team, killed. “What’s the timeline?” She was just g
etting the facts, no obligation.

  “Three weeks.”

  Double suicide. She’d have no time to prepare before she had to pull it off. “Just let me hold the gem for a minute.”

  Tina tossed it, and Mel easily plucked it from the air. It was a long slender diamond, set in platinum that twisted around the top. The chain was long enough to wear between a woman’s breasts and the gem was nearly clear. Mel curled her hand around it. She could picture Ava wearing it, a drop of blood clinging to the tip.

  The diamond gave her hand a little resistance. Mel let it go and watched it zoom back to Tina, who said “tell Krista I said hi.” She smiled and left, not waiting for Mel to confirm that she’d take the job.

  They’d both known she would the minute she touched the stone.

  There were worse ways to die.

  Chapter Two

  ONE WEEK LATER

  Eagle Creek, Colorado had two dingy motels and one restaurant that Mel felt safe enough eating at. It wasn’t the clientele she was concerned about - it was the food. And she’d been known to eat her kills bloody when she ran as a cat. But a woman in human skin had to have some standards. Krista and Bob were already at their table. It was the one in the furthest corner, on the opposite side of the room from both the bar and the bathroom.

  The Eagle Creek Bar and Grille – the second E, of course, made the place classy – was a small affair. Perhaps twenty tables and a sturdy bar fitted with a dozen stools. It could accommodate the residents of the town just fine, but the campers who tromped through on their way up into the mountains would probably not see the charm. Mel didn’t see it herself either, but it was better than microwaved ramen from the gas station.

  At seven on a Tuesday night the place was crowded. All but one table were full and the waitresses all bustled around, serving drinks and slinging food like nobody’s business. From the back and forth with the customers, all of those waitresses had worked here for some time and many of the customers were regulars. In a town this size, they’d have to be.

  The gruff man behind the bar was a shapeshifter, probably a cat. And if Mel had to guess, so was the family of four at the table closest to the window. But both children were pre-shift. Almost no shapeshifters were hit by the change until they were well into their teens. But the parents weren’t mates. Not if the father’s eyes glued to her own chest were any indication.

  Everyone else was human. She could tell by looking. With the perfume she wore, it was impossible to distinguish by scent. A handicap, but worth it since it would make it difficult for the pack here to tell that she was a shapeshifter. Cash register at the front, safe probably kept in back, maybe bolted to the floor if they were smart. She could clear them out of a few grand in minutes, but it wasn’t worth it. Not when they’d be in town for weeks and had plenty of cash to burn.

  She saw Krista huff impatiently, her arms crossing in front of her. The woman embodied the word pixie. Barely five feet tall with short, spiky brown hair and skin that practically glowed bronze, she looked like some sort of punk forest nymph. And knowing exactly how hard she could punch, Mel knew she’d never tell the woman that.

  Bob, on the other hand, was... Bob. They’d worked a couple of jobs together before she went on her own, and he was the first call she made once she needed a team for herself. But if someone asked her to describe him, even while she was looking straight at him, she couldn’t. He was a man, with brown, or was it black, maybe blond hair, and eyes... the eyes were where they belonged, along with a nose and mouth. She thought his skin was dark, but couldn’t quite describe the tone. It had to be a perception spell, but she never felt that pinprick of magic that any normal witch gave off. But when it came down to it, she always knew he was Bob and that he was there for her. Nothing else needed in her book.

  She slid into the booth opposite her partners. At her nod, Krista activated a sound deflecting ward. It would distort everything they said so that no one around them could understand the substance of their conversation, but they’d still hear the murmur of their voices. No one ever questioned it and the magic was so subtle that not even Mel, with her highly attuned senses, could get a fix on it.

  “So, why did you want us here?” Krista asked. “I thought teamwork wasn’t your game anymore.” There was an edge to her voice, and Mel knew it was warranted.

  “Tina brought me the job.” Krista’s eyebrows shot up even as her lip curled, so Mel continued. “And there’s no way in hell I can do it alone. I don’t trust anyone more than the two of you to help me get this done.”

  “The Scarlet Emerald?” Bob asked, his voice as even as ever. “Do you think I have a death wish, Kitty?”

  Mel’s hand fisted at the nickname. He must have been really pissed off. “Yes. And in payment you can have any item from my collection you want. One each.” She’d split her stash in half and give it all away for a shot at Ava. But it didn’t need to come to that.

  “And you had to bring us into shifter territory to make the offer?” Krista didn’t look satisfied. “The two of us probably broke three treaties just flying here, let alone sitting in a bar thirteen miles from King Cat’s castle!” If it weren’t for the need for discretion the younger woman would have smacked her fist against the table. “This is manipulative bullshit, Mellie, don’t pull it on me. If you want me for a job, just ask.”

  Bob didn’t say anything, but he nodded in agreement.

  Mel took a moment, and tried to let the tension out of her shoulders. “Will you help me steal the Scarlet Emerald? I can’t do it without you.” It didn’t even hurt to say it, not to Bob and Krista. That was a surprise.

  Her partners shared a smirk. “And that diamond as big as Bob’s fist?”

  Mel knew exactly what she was talking about. It had taken six months of planning to boost it. “It’s yours.” She looked at Bob.

  He shrugged, “I’m sure I’ll think of something.” He would, he always did.

  She leaned forward, elbows on the table. She could almost hear her mother’s voice yelling at her to move them. “It’s going to be tricky. No blueprints on record, no details of the security system. And they’re shapeshifters, which means they’re about twenty times harder to steal from than anyone else, except maybe a coven-protected compound.”

  Krista bristled at the assessment. “Try stealing from a coven without someone to break wards.”

  “There’s nothing on file with the county?” Bob asked.

  Mel smiled, “According to the records, Mr. Torres lives in a 1,400 square foot, two-story house with three bedrooms and two bathrooms.” She pulled a folder from her bag and set out the photos on the table in front of them.

  Castle wasn’t quite the correct term for Torres’ compound. It was far too modern. Everything was straight lines and cement, the windows small on the ground level and slightly larger beginning at the fourth story. The entire thing rose as high as the trees around it, and luckily the trees came nearly all the way to the actual building. From a defensive perspective it was a stupid decision, but a cat couldn’t resist the call of the woods.

  “Clearly the county has falsified records.” She looked at Krista. “How can you get me in?”

  While Krista would punch anyone who looked at her wrong, her true talent was reconnaissance and tactical magic. “I’ve got something. I’ll need two hours, should be able to get a passable interior.”

  Perfect. “When can you get started?”

  Krista smiled. “Tonight. I’ve been wanting to use this baby for months.” Krista loved to create magical devices that could infiltrate even the most secure locations.

  Mel shivered and looked around. A man in a leather jacket had just walked through the door. It felt like a live wire touched right to her chest, among other places, when she looked at him. Just the force of him was primal. She wrenched her head back. “Looks like the big guy’s here. Can you move now? I’ll buy you some time to get set up.” With the alpha gone, the danger of casing the place would be minimal. If anyon
e could do it, Krista and Bob could.

  Her co-conspirators shared a glance and had a silent conversation, expressions flashing so quickly that Mel couldn’t determine their meaning. It wasn’t telepathic, they’d simply worked together for so long that some conversations didn’t need to happen out loud. Bob finally nodded. Krista said, “Give us as much time as you can, but keep him here for at least twenty minutes. We’ll rendezvous at the cabin in three hours.” Mel nodded. She’d rented out a nice vacation cabin for the month in the outskirts of town, just over the county line from Luke Torres’ territory. If he asked the right people about the heist he’d eventually figure out who did it, but she didn’t want to make it as easy as checking the ledger of the two motels in town.

  Krista brought down the ward and the scent of the cats who’d just entered nearly overwhelmed her, but she kept her expression neutral. Bob and Krista slipped out and Mel didn't watch them go. Her eyes turned to the alpha.

  She had work to do.

  SOMETHING WAS WRONG in ECs. Luke felt it the moment he walked through the door. Upon first glance, everything seemed normal. Nearly everyone in the place lived in town, though he spotted the small family who were staying at Sid’s Motel on their way through the mountains. But they were fine, completely human and unaware that there were any people who weren’t.

  He hit up the bar where Sinclair was wiping off the shiny surface. “Any news?”

  The man’s beard covered half of his face and hung down several inches. It hid a nasty mess of scars and obscured his jawline enough to hide the fact that his face had once been beaten in. It also made him look closer to sixty than thirty, but that was his own business. “Vince and the others are out back taking a smoke. They’ve got a table. Haven’t started nothing since they got here.”

  Just the group he needed to see. Vince Hardy and company were exactly the kind of little shits he didn’t need to be dealing with right now. “And our guests?”

  Sinclair’s beard shifted as he grinned, “Which ones?”