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  Crossfire

  The Omega Group Series

  Book One

  Andrea Domanski

  www.AndreaDomanski.com

  Copyright © 2014 by Andrea Domanski

  Cover Art Copyright © 2014 Rebecca Sterling

  All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  Printed in the United States of America

  First Printing, 2014

  All inquiries to www.AndreaDomanski.com

  To my husband, Mark,

  who made it possible for

  me to take this leap of faith.

  The Omega Group Series

  Crossfire (Book 1)

  Greco (Book 1.5)

  Rogue (Book 2)

  Pandora (Book 3)

  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3

  Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6

  Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9

  Chapter 10 / Chapter 11 / Chapter 12

  Chapter 13 / Chapter 14 / Chapter 15

  Chapter 16 / Chapter 17 / Chapter 18

  Chapter 19 / Chapter 20 / Chapter 21

  Chapter 22 / Chapter 23 . Chapter 24

  Chapter 25 / Chapter 26 / Chapter 27

  Chapter 28 / Chapter 29 / Chapter 30

  Chapter 31 / Chapter 32 / Chapter 33

  Chapter 34 / Chapter 35 / Chapter 36

  Chapter 37 / Chapter 38 / Chapter 39

  Chapter 40 / Chapter 41 / Chapter 42

  Chapter 43 / Chapter 44

  A Note From The Author

  About the Author

  Chapter 1

  Present Day

  “It’s my nineteenth birthday!” Mirissa shouted to the unseen people she knew were watching.

  Mirissa Colson was sitting in the same small white room she’d been in for what felt like hours. Of course, she really had no idea how long she’d been there or what time of the day or night it might be. There were no windows, no clocks, and they’d taken her Mickey Mouse watch, along with all of her other personal items. Whatever drug they’d used to subdue her hadn’t completely knocked her out – one of the benefits of being her – but it had made her groggy for long enough to ensure she couldn’t fight back. After she had screamed herself hoarse, Mirissa had given up that tactic and replaced it with the guilt trip tactic. Maybe if they knew it was her birthday, they’d feel bad enough to just let her go. Sure, that could happen. And then the Tooth Fairy could blow a hole through the wall with special fairy dust and that would be the end of it.

  For lack of anything better to do, Mirissa once again searched the room for clues as to her location, who had brought her here, and how the hell she was going escape. She sat on a black metal chair, in front of a gray metal table, both securely bolted to the floor. No points for style or originality.

  The only other feature of this stark white prison cell was the unusual door. At first glance, she hadn’t even noticed it was there, but for the small biometric scanner conveniently located at eye level. Under close inspection, Mirissa saw the faint outline of a door, but no handle or hinges could be seen.

  This wasn’t the first time Mirissa Colson had been held against her will. In the last year, she’d been kidnapped twice (three times if you include her current predicament) and had twice barely escaped with her life. This time seemed different.

  Her captors hadn’t hurt her. They had failed to put her in some nasty cesspool, full of every disease-carrying rodent known to man. They didn’t shackle her to the wall or bind her in any manner. They’d simply put her in this room and walked out without saying a word. The phrase “the calm before the storm” crossed her mind.

  How had this become her life? Was it really only a year ago that she’d prepared for her senior prom and looked forward to college? If she hadn’t answered that damn door, her life could have been…

  Chapter 2

  One Year Ago

  Steve Colson tried to hold a straight face as he watched his daughter impatiently pacing back and forth.

  “Come on, Dad!” Mirissa wailed in her very best spoiled brat impression. Today Mirissa celebrated her eighteenth birthday and, Steve knew, it had to be perfect. She had been waiting for this day her whole life – literally – and obviously had absolutely no intention of waiting any longer.

  “What’s the rush, sweetheart? The store doesn’t even open for another half hour.” The grin on Steve’s face said he planned on torturing Mirissa until she was climbing the walls. “Are you sure you want to go shopping today? It’ll be really busy out there and I was thinking maybe we could just hang out here and watch old movies with Henry or something.” Henry was Mirissa’s pet turtle and her oldest friend. “He might get upset if he misses your big birthday.”

  “Henry’s fine. I told him we’d bring him a new basking rock when we came back. I’ll be waiting in the car. And just in case you have any ideas of putting this off again, know that I have your credit card in my purse and will go without you if you are not in the car in the next thirty seconds.”

  Steve Colson had to give his daughter her due. She knew exactly how to get him moving. Just the thought of what his next Visa statement would look like if she went unsupervised, not to mention what the prom dress would look like, was enough to have him running to his car.

  It had been a long time since Steve had seen his daughter this happy. Too long. It wasn’t that she’d had some horribly bad life or anything; it was just that he hadn’t seen that spark in her eyes since her mother left. She’d closed herself off from everyone, even him. That was when Steve decided to get her a pet. He thought it would help her come out of her shell. What he hadn’t expected was Mirissa to choose a pet that had a shell of its own—a red-eared slider turtle. After some research, he soon understood her reasoning. That turtle had a life span almost as long as Mirissa’s which meant she would never have to worry about it leaving her. They purchased Henry the very next day.

  Today, Mirissa had chosen a gown shop that was, as she put it, the best in the entire city, and by the time they walked through the front door, she beamed a smile that warmed his heart. Steve anticipated the trouble he would be in shortly.

  For the next hour Steve squished his six-foot-two-inch frame into a plush armchair while Mirissa paraded around in dress after dress. She was a virtual whirlwind of taffeta and lace. Keeping a smile plastered on his face, Steve cringed inwardly when the more revealing dresses were modeled and applauded every time she walked out in full coverage. She might be eighteen now, but she would always be his little girl.

  Finally, Mirissa settled on an elegant peach-colored full-length fitted gown with a sweetheart neckline and spaghetti straps. It looked beautiful against her olive complexion and long, wavy brown hair. Steve had to admit that she looked stunning. She would surely be the envy of all the girls at the prom, which was pretty much exactly what she was going for.

  After paying an exorbitant amount for what Mirissa swore was “the absolute best prom dress EVER,” they drove home, making several stops along the way to pick up shoes, the necessary accessories to complete her outfit, and, of course, a new basking rock for her best friend, Henry.

  Chapter 3

  At home, she tried on everything they had purchased one more time, modeling the outfit for Henry, when the doorbell rang. Eager to show off her gown to whomever was lucky enough to be on their front porch, Mirissa swung open the door with an ear-to-ear smile on her face. It quickly faded when the Federal Express man shoved a package in her hand, and without giving her a second look, tr
otted off the porch, down the sidewalk, and to his truck.

  Unwilling to let a deliveryman sour her mood, she looked at the package to see who had sent her the birthday gift that she knew it must be. It was addressed to Mirissa Colson, but the only information under “Sender” was a P.O Box in Atlanta, Georgia. Odd, she couldn’t remember ever meeting anyone who lived there.

  Undaunted, Mirissa tore open the paper and found a small green velvet box inside with a folded notecard. With a feeling of apprehension, she opened it.

  My Dearest Mirissa,

  I know it has been far too long since we last saw each other and that you must be filled with questions. Please know that you have been in my heart every minute of every day since I left and that I have longed for the day that we could be together again. I know I have much to explain and I promise that I will soon.

  For now, I am sending you this very special gift. It has been passed down through the generations of my family for centuries, and now, it belongs to you.

  I had hoped that I would be able to give this to you in person and share all of the history of our family with you, but that is just not possible right now. So in my place a guardian has been sent to guide you. He will arrive at 2:00 pm. Please wait until then to open your gift. It is important that your guardian be with you when you do.

  Happy birthday, my darling. I will see you soon.

  Love,

  Mom

  Dumbfounded, Mirissa stared at the note from her long-lost mother. It had been eleven years since she had walked out of their lives with not so much as a word of explanation. Now, on Mirissa’s eighteenth birthday, she decided to walk right back in? Mirissa didn’t know what to think or how to feel. She felt anger at her mother for leaving both her and her father the way she had. She’d always regretted her mom missing all of the important events in her young. But she was also excited at the prospect of seeing her again and learning the answers to all of the questions that had plagued her for over a decade.

  And what was this business about a guardian? What could she possibly need with a guardian? It wasn’t like they were rich and famous and needed bodyguards to fend off the thousands of fans trying to get close. What kind of gift had she given her that would require a guide?

  After looking at the clock, Mirissa realized her new guardian wouldn’t be there for another hour. She eyed the beautiful green velvet box and told herself to wait. Wait, hell. Within ten seconds the box was open on her lap, revealing an unusual—and expensive—looking ring.

  Embedded in the gold oval of the ring, was a picture made of inlaid stones. Two swords made of diamonds were laid out in the shape of a T. A long snake of emeralds wound its way around the upright sword, its head resting where the two swords met. Its eyes were tiny rubies that seemed to look right at her.

  Snakes and swords? Really, Mom? This ring was handed down in our family through the centuries? Why? What does all of this mean? And where the hell have you been all this time?

  Mirissa took out the ring and slid it on the ring finger of her right hand, surprised that it fit her perfectly. Then she heard her dad come in from the backyard and felt a surge of guilt overwhelm her. How could she be trying on a ring sent to her by a woman who had deserted them? Without another thought, she grabbed the ring to pull it off and put it back in its box. It didn’t budge. Although it had slipped easily onto her finger, it was not coming off that way. Listening to her dad walk through the kitchen toward the living room made Mirissa panic and she yanked on the ring until her finger was red and raw, but it still would not come off. Just then, her father walked in the room and saw the look of terror on her face.

  “What’s wrong, Birthday Girl? You look like you just saw a ghost!”

  At a loss for words, Mirissa held out her right hand and watched the color bleed from her beloved father’s face. Just as she was about to ask him if he was alright, she felt a pinprick on her finger, just below the snake-and-swords depiction on the ring. Then everything went black.

  Chapter 4

  Present Day

  After hours of nothing but the hum of the florescent lights in the ceiling, Mirissa heard voices in what must have been a hallway outside her room. People were walking toward her door and speaking in hushed tones. About what, she didn’t know. For a moment there was silence, then came clicking noises and the sound of air escaping as the door slowly eased out of the room. It didn’t swing on hinges like all of the other doors Mirissa was accustomed to. Instead, it pushed out in one piece and then slid completely away behind the wall. Nifty, she thought.

  The suits that walked through the door were definitely not what Mirissa had been expecting. A leather-clad behemoth with more fingers than teeth was more in line with her experiences. But not this pair of Park Avenue Barbie and Ken look-alikes. The woman was several inches shorter than Mirissa’s six feet and wore a simple blue blouse and black trousers with sensible shoes. Her blond hair was pulled back in a no-nonsense ponytail that screamed “Don’t mess with me!” Her partner looked a little softer, with short brown hair that was receding a little at the crowns. About the same height as Mirissa, he wore stylish slacks and a button-down shirt.

  Walking into the room, they stood at the table, directly across from where Mirissa sat, and dropped a manila folder in front of her. Still no words, just the sound of the door sliding back into place and the clicking sound of whatever locking mechanism it possessed engaging.

  Mirissa eyed Barbie, then the folder, and then sat back with her arms crossed over her chest. Two could play at this game.

  With a smirk just forming at the corners of his mouth, Ken spoke first. “Mirissa, my name is Ken Hodges, and this,” he motioned to Barbie, “is Jackie Barns.”

  “Thank God you didn’t say Barbie,” Mirissa mumbled.

  “Mirissa,” Ken started, “we brought you here because we believe you are uniquely suited to our… organization, and we’d like to discuss with you how your talents might be utilized on a grander scale.”

  “What could you possibly know about me or my talents?”

  This time it was Barbie, or Jackie. “Mirissa Colson, age eighteen. Born and raised in Jacksonville, Florida. Mother, Myrine, left when you were seven years old and your father, Steve, raised you. An exceptional student throughout your school career, although, according to your high school guidance counselor, you showed a lack of social skills and didn’t participate in extracurricular activities.”

  “At age seven you began training in Tae Kwon Do. Two years later you added Aikido, and Shotokan Karate two years after that. At age thirteen you started training in the Keysi Fighting Method, and now you hold black belts in all four.”

  “Close,” Mirissa said. “I’m nineteen, not eighteen, and KFM uses bracelets, not belts.”

  “You have never been sick a day in your life,” Jackie continued as if there hadn’t been any interruption, “and the physical exams you underwent throughout your martial arts career showed your respiratory and cardio vascular systems are extraordinarily efficient.”

  Pointing at the file on the table, Ken said, “In short, Mirissa, we know everything about you.”

  Feeling more than a little unsettled by the amount of information these two seemed to have, Mirissa opened the file in front of her. What struck her first was the photo on the inside cover. Not the five by seven school photo of her from her last year in high school, but the small wallet size picture of her ring.

  What do they know about my ring that would make them have a picture of it in my file?

  As Mirissa flipped through the pages, she saw copies of her high school transcripts (straight A’s, of course) and medical reports from her family doctor detailing her unique abilities to metabolize oxygen and food into incredibly high amounts of energy. Even at the tender age of seven, she’d had the metabolism of a highly trained Olympic athlete. What made her system unique were the large amounts of adenosine triphosphate, or ATP, stored in her muscles and her ability to break it down and re-synthesize it
at an alarmingly quick rate. In short, Mirissa’s body could create enough energy to allow her to go full throttle and sustain it for as long as she required.

  Along with the information on her, there were also pages on her father. His old military files from his time as a Navy SEAL, and his medical records. Nothing unusual there.

  Then, when Mirissa turned to the last page of the folder, she found a single sheet on her mother. Other than her picture and few vital statistics, there wasn’t much. It would seem the investigative skills of these people, whoever they were, weren’t as good as they thought.

  It was then that Ken took his turn at speaking. “As you can see, we have been watching you for quite some time. We are fully aware of your abilities, your history, and your current employment, if you will.”

  Mirissa’s thoughts whirled a mile a minute. How could anyone know this much about her? And to what purpose? Were they going to arrest her for something she’d done in the past year? Were they going to keep her locked up to study her? What was their endgame?

  Outwardly, Mirissa appeared relaxed and disinterested in her surroundings. She looked bored, something she had trained herself to do in unknown situations since she was thirteen. But the truth was quite the opposite. Every sense Mirissa possessed was on high alert. She had sized up her captors the moment they entered the room and had already chosen her moves to incapacitate them when the time came. The question was, when would that be? Even if she took them down now there would still be the problem of getting out that unique door. She had to bide her time and wait for the right opportunity.