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�� Hellboy
watched nervously as Abe neared with pair of gleaming steel clamps. The man did
not move with his usual sure and graceful ease and it was a bit disconcerting. The
demon looked for help around him, but Liz had already gone, unable to take the
sight and the other agents moved to the hall. No one would know what happened
to him until it was far too late. Hellboy�s tail trashed wildly as he imagined
a slew of doomsday scenarios featuring the shiny instrument his friend now held.
�� Oh,
stop it, Red. I am perfectly able to do this,� Abe snapped.
�� I
know you can, but do I want you to is the question.� Hellboy winced, seeing his hand come
closer. �You�re moving awful fast there, Zippy.�
�� I
want to stop the bleeding,� he replied quickly, roughly snapping the clamps on.
Hellboy hissed, his tail thumped as the burn and ache violently took hold of
him.
�� Bullshit,�
Hellboy snorted, sitting up a little. �You want to get done with me so you can
see about her,�
�� Lie
back,� Abe ordered, pushing the snickering male down. �I wouldn�t want to cause
you any undo harm.�
�� Hey,
don�t threaten me, Fish Stick. Just �cause I calls �em
like I sees �em. �
�� Be
silent and hold still,� he grit, taking the forceps to his wound.
�� Ignoring
Hellboy�s added commentary, Abe realised it was
actually a good thing that the demon blew his stitches like he did. In his
distraction and haste, he had missed a piece of evidence, embedded right in the
agent�s wound. Abe carefully lifted it out and snickered as he twisted the
curled piece of square plastic in the light.
�� An
acrylic nail?� he said, laying it down on the tray. �Did you get mauled by a
marauding band of beauty queens, Red?�
�� The
male bristled bitterly, �Something like that.�
�� He
was about to explain more, but there was no need. Abe put the thing in his hand
and in flash he was tuned it, viewing the whole wild ride first hand. Larrioux�s people weren�t people at all, they were Night
Elves, Spartoi and the group took a chunk out of
Hellboy, sirens. Tall, Vain, Nordic-looking beauties with voices that tore the
eardrum.
�� It
doesn�t make any sense,� Abe set the nail down, shaking his head. �Why would
they try and resurrect something stronger than them, something they could never
hope to control?�
�� Hellboy
rolled his eyes, �I knew there was something I forgot to ask after she tried to
tear out my bicep �n all. Ouch!� Abe
twisted the clamp after his flippant remark and didn�t even as much as look up
when he muttered an apology. �I�m so sure,� Hellboy ground,
whipping his tail rhythmically behind his back.
�� The
door opened and in strode Clay, his broad shoulders still peppered with debris.
He shrugged them off as he pulled off his gloves, slapping them in his hand
like a riding crop.�Bad news guys. We found the vat of blood, but Larrioux�s ashes are still M.I.A.�
�� Perhaps
I can help with that, Agent Clay,� Abe said looking up from Hellboy�s arm. �I
got the distinct impression that they were in an old chapel not too far from
here. Colonial Gothic, cobblestone alleyways and warehouses surround it. The
building itself is nothing more than crumbling remains now, but it still has
stained glass windows and most importantly, isolated, a great deal of privacy.�
�� Clay
clapped his hands, a light bulb went off in his head.
�Someone get me a map, please?� he shouted to the other agents outside. Agent
Willis brought in the folded plot and plastered it against the wall with his
hands. Clay made three X�s on places he knew fit the description and since Abe
was always right about these kinds of things, he was confident this was going
to be a short trip. He sent Willis off to prepare and inform the others while
he strode over to the table.
�� I
don�t know what all the fuss was about,� Clay said, glancing down at Hellboy�s
arm. �It looks like it�s only a flesh wound.�
�� Want
me to show you what it feels like?� Hellboy asked, reaching his hand out.
�� Clay
pushed it aside. �I think I�ll pass on that offer,� he said. He turned his head
to Abe, watching over his shoulder as he diligently worked. �So, how long will
she take to fix, Blue? Maybe fifteen, twenty minutes?�
�� I�m
afraid it will be longer than that. I have to re-clean him and start over
again.�
�� You�re
a big boy, Clay.� Hellboy winked. �I think you�ll be fine without me.�
�� It�s
not you I need. I need him,� he said pointing at Abe. �If we do find Larrioux,
we�ll need someone who can consecrate her remains the proper way.�
�� I
think flushing them would have gone over well. Tammy said we should have
immersed her book in water, why not the woman herself?�
�� Abe
shook his head. �In salt water, Red. Not toilet
water.�
�� It
all goes to the ocean anyway, right?�
�� Quoting
�Finding Nemo�
does not support your argument,� Abe replied, pulling a stitch taught.
�� Right,�
Clay yawned. �So what about it, Abe? Will the BPRD
brain trust be going with us?�
�� One
part of it will,� Broom said entering the room. Behind the old man was Tamara,
dressed all in black. It was a regulation excursion outfit, complete with
bullet proof vest and two .9mm birettas strapped to her thighs. �I heard you
had some suspect areas and could use some knowledgeable help. I would go but, I
am not as able as the Doctor here.�
�� Abe
let his hands fall and gripped the table�s edge. �You cannot be serious,
Professor.�
�� Broom
looked at him with mock surprise. �Why not? She has
completed her training and is a better shot than my son, I hear.�
�� Hellboy
rolled his eyes again. �I don�t need to be a good shot. The Samaritan makes really big holes.�
�� Broom
ignored the mumbled comment and walked her forward. �In any event, Dr. Knight
has agreed to accompany you on your trip, Agent Clay. She understands how to
properly dispose of the remains and the intricacies involved just as well as
Abe or myself.�
�� Clay
heard all he needed to before the Professor�s speech. �Great. Let�s go Doc.
Hopefully we can do this before sundown. I hate looking for creatures in the
dark.�
�� Clay
walked away and Abe stood in protest,�Wait
a moment; I do not think this is such a good idea,�
�� The
Professor turned and looked at him, seemingly genuinely curious as to why. �Is
there a reason you think she is unfit to go, Abraham?�
�� Abe
looked at Tamara and wished hard that he could read her thoughts at the moment.
He would like to know how she got roped into this. Why she cut her hand and what
she and the Professor talked about in hushed silence. He also wanted to tell
her about his conversation with Nek�kem, but above all, he just didn�t want her
to go into danger like that. He had plenty of reasons for not wanting her to go
but not a one which he could discuss with the men who currently stared at him.
All the agents turned to face him, their jaws set, eyes critical. They expected
him to say something revealing or vital like always, but alas, he had nothing.
�� No,
I cannot,� Abe said finally, seating himself down again. �Be safe, Dr. Knight.�
�� I
will,� she nodded with a smile. She stamped it out before Clay turned and
followed him and the Professor out into the hall. When they were gone, Abe
tossed an instrument on the trey and let out a growl. Hellboy gave him a pat on
the shoulder with his stone hand.
�� Relax,
buddy boy. She can take care of herself.�
�� That
remains to be seen, does it not?� Abe huffed, taking up another instrument,
returning to his task.
�� Hey,
you tell me the same thing whenever Liz goes out and I believe you. Why don�t
you believe me when I say it?�
�� You
don�t believe me when I say it, Red, you just pretend you do.�
�� Same
difference,� he shrugged.
�� Yes.
The very same,� Abe grit.
�� There
was a pause, a moment of silence while Abe and the tools he held chimed softly
as he sewed up the jagged gash. Then Hellboy turned to his friend with a grin.
�Admit it,� he whispered. �You�re sweet on her. Just a little�� Abe glanced at
him and continued to work on his arm like he hadn�t said a word. Hellboy�s
smile only widened. �I knew it!� he said triumphantly.
�� You
could not be more mistaken,� Abe maintained. �I am merely concerned about her
safety. Despite her appearance and great intelligence, she is quite a fragile
creature.�
�� Despite
her appearance and great intelligence blah, blah, blah,� Hellboy teased,
fluttering his eyelids like a Southern Belle. �Just say you like her. There�s
no harm in it.� Abe said nothing and Hellboy smugly tucked his good arm under
his head, reclining back with casual ease, as if he was getting a tattoo
instead of a necessary operation. �Yeeeeah,
buddy boy. We sure know how to pick �em don�t
we?�
�� Yes we do, Abe thought ruefully, taking
a heavy breath.
��
�� Naomi
flipped the cards in her hands, slowly, methodically laying them out one by
one. She dealt oddly, or so others told her. She held the deck lengthwise in
her hand and lifted the cards from the end closest to her chest, covering the
deck completely with her hand before lifting off the one and laying it down.
The way she dealt her cards was indeed odd and for the man in the expertly
pressed suit behind her, also infuriating. After watching her ritual for
fifteen minutes, Leon
wanted to rip the entire deck from her hands and spread it out on the floor in
one heavy handed slap, but he couldn�t. For Mistress Larrioux�s
sake he couldn�t.
�� He
took a deep breath before approaching the woman, spread out on the floor just
below the stone altar. Her dark skirt billowed around her narrowed hips and
jingled with its gothic-like wallet chains as she laid each card on the earthen
floor.
�� I
don�t need to remind you that time is of the essence do I?� Leon said, careful of his tone and
volume.
�� The
others heard him regardless but understood. Leon was usually calm and composed
under pressure but this time, even he felt it. As formidable as he was, even he
had to recognise he was no match for this new entity, the one that sent a
shockwave of energy over the globe that the whole of the supernatural
persuasion heard and a few humans as well. It was stronger than him and nearly
every other entity they knew of, which is why they gathered to summon a
protector. Unfortunately their Medium was having trouble making contact with Larrioux�s essence.
�� If
you cannot do it, I will simply find someone who can.�
�� Just
chill, Leo. If this was as easy as it like, totally, looks, you�d be like,
totally, doing this, not me.� Naomi pulled another card from the deck and
frowned. The tower.
�We totally need to move. This is, like, �not a good place to do this��
�� What
do you mean move? We don�t have time to��
�� Leon
paused, suddenly aware the floor under his feet shook, sending little round
pebbles and bits of earth bubbling.
�� Is
this, like, an earthquake?!� Naomi shrieked standing, looking to crumbling
stone supports above her.
�� Leon
shook his head. �In New
Jersey? I don�t think so.�
�� The
man moved to the altar and took up the ornately jewelled urn that sat atop it.
�We are on the move!� he told the others, rousing them to stand. Leon reached
his hand out to Naomi, lacing his long and withered fingers with hers. Her
darkly polished nails bit into his palm as he led her up the uneven steps to
the church pulpit above them. The others rushed behind them, pushing them up
the narrow stone hall into the slate grey room spattered with red, blue and
gold light.
�� Naomi
looked to one of the long stain glass windows, warped with age, bending toward
them. She screamed when it shattered, black boots bursting through its centre,
letting blinding white light fill the room. A black figure swung into the
church through the century old glass on a string. He landed with the grace of a
cat and stood with legs apart, shoulders back as he hefted the automatic weapon
in his hand. Others like him followed suit, seemingly pouring into the old
gothic style sanctuary like black rain with a crunching clatter, clicking their
weapons as they trained them on Leon.
�� Leon,
in that way that simultaneously reminded Naomi he was no longer fully human and
in her words, �totally creeped her the hell out�, let
his jaw drop to his chest, lengthening his face, screeching, lashing his long
tongue and flashing his jagged yellow teeth. It prompted the others behind them
to do the same. The slender and tanned figures, twisted in their finely
tailored clothes, bones popping. They crouched to their knees and raised their
hands, letting their nails lengthen to fighting length. On Leon�s order,
they attacked, springing forward like bullets out of a gun. Shouting and
gunfire echoed loudly through the battered old church.

�� Nearly
rendered deaf and blind by the chaos, Naomi went where she was pulled, right
into Leon�s
arms, against his chest as he leapt straight into the sky and hopped along the
flying buttresses of the roof. They were loping along the top of the building
with speed, making their way to the sleek black Mercedes they arrived in, when
suddenly Naomi felt her stomach lurch and bottom out. They were falling, right
out of the sky, ten stories down. She screamed and held tighter to Leon, but his
arms went limp around her, flailing lifelessly as they dropped. They hit the
lawn with a heavy crunch and Naomi slowly opened her eyes, amazed to be alive.
Trembling she moved his arms away from her and sat up, looking through the mess
of her black hair to his earthen brown visage.
�� Leon
looked more dead than usual. His frightfully thin body wound on the ground, his
mouth open, teeth gleaming as a soft hiss escaped his bloodied mouth. Naomi
started to stand, crying and then screaming, as his hand grasped at hers. His
nails scratched along her wrist as he guided her hand under his coat to touch
the jewelled chalice hidden there. She held the gilded trophy up only a moment
before it was snatched from her hands.
�� I�ll
take that,� Clay said hefting the thing like a football under his arm.
�� Leon
clutched at the ground with a hiss and slowly sat up, facing the man who shot
him out of the sky. Now upright, the silver rod of the arrow stamped in the
centre of his chest was clearly visible. It trembled like a diving rod as he
stood and wrenched the thing out with a sickening pop. The earth he fisted in
his hand snaked along his arms over his shoulders and down his chest. The
ground on which he stood bubbled as well, travelling up his legs to the same
place, to the hole in his chest. He was rejuvenating himself, becoming whole
again right before their very eyes.
�� Oh,
no you don�t.� Clay raised the modified crossbow again but the man grabbed at
it, crushing it in his hand.
�� His
strength regained, Leon
stepped forward with his arm at his side, his fingers slowly flexing as his
nails lengthened. His dark eyes were so focused on the agent before him, the
one who had dared try and stop him, that he did not see the other agent at his
back. He did not know she was there until the next stake of silver bit into his
flesh, tossing him to the ground.
�� He
was on the floor, flouncing haphazardly to near Clay, gaining strength with
every bit of ground his body touched until a foot on his back forced him down.
Tamara cracked open a blue container and hastily circled the earth where the
man lay with its contents. When she dusted the man himself with it, he bubbled
under her foot, his skin popping and hissing. She stumbled out of the ring,
falling on her bottom, watching with Clay and the anonymous woman beside him as
the body sank into the earth, leaving nothing but a bald steaming patch of
brown in the soft green.
�� What
the hell was that?� Clay asked, helping the woman stand.
�� Spartoi,� Tamara panted. �An Earth-born
warrior. Very dangerous.�
�� I�ll
take your word for it, Doc.� Clay took the now empty container from her hands,
trading it for Larrioux�s remains. He laughed seeing
the picture of a little girl in a yellow slicker, walking merrily through rain
with an umbrella.
�� Salt?�
he said incredulously. �You killed that thing with table salt?�
�� No.
Just trapped it,� she said marvelling at the cup in her hands. �This is
remarkable.�
�� Are
you sure those are Larrioux�s remains?� he wondered.
�It looks like a pimp cup from a rap video with all those damn stones on it.�
�� Tamara
cracked a smile. �Yeah, I�m sure,� she laughed. �This symbol, the rose and
dagger, is hers, cleverly hidden among all this flash, only visible to those
who know what they are looking for. Besides, the records indicate she was a
lady of expensive taste.�
�� Well,
show the lady to her new quarters while I talk with our friend over here,� he
said pointing to the woman in a stunned heap on grass.
�� I�m
on it,� Tamara nodded, backing away. �Just remember to tell your men to dig up
this earth and keep it somewhere dry. Water will wash the salt away and it will
rise again, very, very angry.�
�� Clay
snapped his fingers and ordered his subordinates to action and then strutted
over to the dark-haired woman. Frozen in place, pale as the moon, blue eyes
wide as saucers; she looked like a child rather than the teenager she was and a
strange one at that. She wore dark clothing, punk-gothic style with plaid,
safety pins and lots of glittering silver chains. Her hair, akin to a rat�s
nest, was piled high atop her hair, and streaked with dark blues about the
centre to let him know it was no mistake it looked like that. Clay offered her
a hand and she took it blindly, slipping her hand into his as he helped her stand
on her thickly heeled boots.
�� He
snapped his fingers to get her attention. �Hey, look at me.� Her big eyes
focused on him and he turned her hand loose, putting it on his hip. �Mind
telling me what you are doing here?�
�� Naomi�s
eyes blinked as a man, dressed in a trench coat, stabbed at the ground Leon
dissolved into with a shovel. �I uh-, I was helping a friend,� she said.
�� You�re
the Medium then?�
�� The
woman raised her head then, no longer timid or scared. �I like, totally, plead
the fifth,� she snapped.
�� Ok,
let�s just cut to the chase. Like, either
you�ll , like, totally answer my questions or
I�ll like totally get someone who
will make you answer them.�
�� Are
you like, threatening me?� she sneered indignantly. �This is America! Like, I totally have my
rights, you know! Like, you can�t torture me!�
�� But
I can, Naomi.�
�� The
girl turned and raised her dramatically drawn eyebrows in shock. �Alyra?�
�� Clay
stepped out of the woman�s path like a gentleman, taking the woman�s hand as he
carefully guided her over the broken earth. Alyra Norin was tall, buxom and gorgeous. One could tell she was
in her fifties, but she looked damn good for her age. She had hair that shampoo
commercial models would envy, long black tresses falling over her slender
shoulders like so much spun silk. Her eyes were still a stunning blue and shone
and sparkled like a child when she smiled, her skin smooth as poured cream and
a mouth that brought to mind red petals with their vibrant colour. She held
herself like a great beauty as well, floating rather then walking across the
ground in her long blue dress.
�� Naomi
fell to her knees out of instinct but Alyra�s mind
kept her there, making the girl hug the floor like the
snake she acted like, chastising her as she did. Clay could not understand the
woman as she spoke, the language a long forgotten tongue used by the Eastern
European gypsies, a seamless blend of Spanish, French, Celt and Romanian.
�� How
could you, Naomi? After all we have tried to teach you, how could you use your
powers for something so clearly evil?�
�� Naomi
lifted her head as much as allowed, her nose scraping against the ground as she
turned her head to glare the woman in the eye. �I forget, only the �Daughters
of Sight� are allowed to profit from our powers.�
�� Alyra ground her teeth. �You were paid?�
�� Five
grand,� Naomi said proudly. �How much did they pay you to help find me?�
�� Ingrate!� Alyra hissed, slapping
the girl. �How dare you question my affections for you!
You are like my own daughter!�
�� Clay
pulled Alyra off the girl, catching her wildly
swinging fists to cradle her against his chest. �Whoa, whoa, whoa what did she
say?!�
�� That
she is worse than a hired sword,� Alyra replied. �Doing that creature�s bidding for a few coins, not for belief.�
�� I
don�t see how that would be better,� Clay said. If Naomi was more committed to Leon
and his cause, things probably would have turned out much differently. Alyra was one of the famed �Daughters of Sight�, and with
her sister, Electa, they educated true human psychics
and telepaths. If Naomi was one of her students, it meant she was very
powerful. �She could have gutted some of my men with her mind or zapped us all
blind,� he gulped.
�� Clay
carefully set Alyra on the ground and took a step
back. The woman shook her shoulders violently, righting her silk gown and
straightening her back, regaining her regal composure before she turned to face
the man and the handful of on-looking agents who were drawn to the fray. �It
would be better if she had conviction, Agent Clay. It would mean she has a
conscious.� Alyra bore down on Naomi, crushing her
with her mind, making her squeak like a mouse. �She is too powerful to not know
where her allegiance lies or to be so na�ve,� she grit pressing her harder.
�� Clay
watched with a wince as blood began to trickle from Naomi�s nose. He heard
another crunch from inside the girl�s small body and jumped reflexively,
raising his hands in placation to Alyra. �Ok, I think
she�s learned her lesson. I still have to ask her a few questions. Like, why
she was trying to help them resurrect something so dangerous?�
�� Answer
him,� Alyra commanded. The weight left Naomi in a
breath and she let out a sigh of relief. Struggling to push herself from the
grass she looked to the slender agent at Clay�s side, the woman who took Larrioux�s remains and killed Leon.
�� Tell
them to ask her,� she said in the Gypsy tongue.
�� Tamara�s
brows rose as Alyra quickly turned her head to her.
The regal and stately female gave the woman a hard once over and then crouched
beside Naomi, hissing something into her ear.
�� It
made Tamara�s skin crawl to hear the girl laugh, an evil and dry cackle from
her bruised throat. �I think it is like, totally, time for you to ask where
your allegiance lies, Alyra,�
Naomi chuckled.
�� What
does that mean?� Clay demanded, stepping closer.
�� Alyra snapped her fingers a pair of cloaked females rushed
forward, leaving where they stood idly by the entire time amongst the other
agents. They took Naomi under her arms as they led her off. Alyra
returned to the agent who stood with his arms crossed.
�� This
was not part of the deal, Ms. Norin,� Clay frowned.
�You were supposed to help me bring her in for questioning. Right now you�re
damaging my investigation and quickly becoming an enemy of the bureau. �
�� I
don�t see how as I fulfilled my part of the bargain to the Professor. I said I
would help you stop their psychic, whoever it may have been, and protect your
men from their power and I have done that.�
�� Do
not pretend it was out of the goodness of your heart, Ms. Norin.� You may have the Professor fooled, but I know
you saw this as a recruitment opportunity for your school. It�s funny how so
many of our suspects wind up in you and your sister�s house afterward, not with
any other Seers in the city.�
�� I
cannot help it if they feel more comfortable serving us,� she shrugged.
�� Clay
put his hands on his hips and tilted his head. �Ms. Norin,
you care to read my thoughts right now?�
�� Alyra took a deep breath; they both knew that was
completely unnecessary. Anyone could see the aggravation on the man�s face. He
wanted to question Naomi but that was just impossible. �She will not tell you
what you want to know,� Alyra said bitterly. �She has
found a way to defy my compulsions. Besides�� she paused, glancing at Tamara,
�You have your own problems to contend with.�
�� Clay
shouted a curse as the woman and her followers moved away, dragging the crazily
shouting teen with them. ��We have our own problems�?� he scoffed. �What the
hell is that supposed to mean?�
�� She
saw what was inside me,� Tamara replied. �They both did.�
�� Clay
shrugged, �And?�
�� And
they did not like it either.�

�� Tamara
and the other agents from what was called �The Chapel Recovery� sat in the
Professor's office. Clay, as lead Agent, relayed their findings to Professor
Broom and Director Manning, both of which were overly pleased Larrioux�s remains had been recovered. Hellboy and Liz
strode in later and behind them, Abe, who shared a prolonged stare with Tamara
as he sat at the opposite end of the table.
�� Despite
their interruption, Clay continued on without missing a beat. �So in summary,
we have Larrioux under lock and key now but the threat does not stop with her.
Larrioux was being summoned to protect her Spartoi
creations and a few other extraordinary creatures who
had no protector.�
�� Manning
turned in his seat, looking at Clay for the first time from the side of his
eyes. �Do you mean to tell me they could run off and try to summon something
else?�
�� Possibly,�
Clay nodded. �They fear what is known as �The Call.� And apparently they are
not alone in this.� He turned a file in his hand and laid it on the table,
setting out page after page. �Twenty six countries, from Spain to Japan, with offices similar to our
own, reported a spike in paranormal activity in their respective areas after
�The Call� event three nights ago.�
�� Manning
became indignant. �Why am I just now being told about this
information?!�
�� Despite
the Director�s hysterics, Clay answered calmly. �Because we didn�t make the
connection until this morning and being human, we couldn�t even hear the
warning properly.�
�� What?
The mass murders weren�t enough of a tip off?� Manning growled.
�� The
slaughters of those girls were unique to summoning Fabianne Larrioux. The other
protectors perhaps only need a willing soul, herbs, spices, special
incantations, a unique ceremony that does not necessarily include human blood,�
Tamara supplied.
�� Exactly,�
Clay nodded. �But one thing was common among them. They all say something very
dark and very ancient is in distress in our realm and its calling for help.�
�� They
also say The Call originated here, on the East Coast of the United States,
right in our fair state,� Agent Willis, another member of the contingent,
added.
�� Hellboy
woke, joining the conversation then.�Is
this what I heard a few days ago?�
�� The
Professor thought back, remembering the pitchy whistling sound. �Could have been. We have no other explanation for the sound
as of yet.�
�� Then
lets hope its buddies are friendly,� Hellboy sighed, reclining in his chair.
�� The
evidence would suggest the contrary, Red.��
�� Hellboy
rolled his eyes, �I was hoping for the best here, Abe. Can�t
a fella� dream?�
�� Pardon
me then. Far be it for me to destroy your delusions.�
�� You
are excused,� Hellboy nodded appreciatively.
�� Broom
told the two to end their sarcastic exchange, �This is very serious. Whatever
this thing is, it�s powerful enough to make enemies band together. We need to
do our best investigative work right now.�
�� Hellboy
lowered his head but Abe looked to Tamara. He touched his ear ports and then
looked at Agent Willis. �You said this Call came from here, three nights ago?�
The man nodded. �Is there a way we can further pinpoint exactly where it
originated?�
�� The
residual waves are completely gone now. All we have are the accounts from the
witnesses and although they have enhanced hearing, they could not tell us
exactly where,� Willis said.
�� What
are you thinking, Abraham?� Broom asked, raising a snowy eyebrow.
�� Abe
looked away from Tamara and shook his head. �Nothing solid at
the moment.�
�� Ok.
Well if you come up with anything, please see me. That goes for all of you,�
Broom said standing. �I think we are done here?�
�� Clay
nodded, �That�s all I�ve got.�
�� Good.
We will meet again at the end of the week to discuss our new findings.�
�� The
room emptied like it usually did, slowly, with people pairing up and chatting
as they strode into the hall until only Abe and Tamara remained. He purposely
kept the desk between them as he came closer.
�� You
haven�t told The Professor about us yet,� she said sitting on the table�s edge.
�� I
tried, but he brushed me aside for this meeting,� he said with a defeated sigh.
�Not that I had the courage to tell him he had to listen. I am not quite sure
if it means anything really.�
�� Yes
you do. I could see the wheels turning in your head when Willis said the Call
came from New Jersey.�
Abe stammered to explain himself but Tamara held up a hand. �It�s alright. I
started to think the same thing.�
�� What
made you stop?�
�� I�ve
been screaming with you between my legs over five times now,� she blushed,
ashamed to be talking so blatantly about her orgasms. �There is no evidence to
suggest it�s happened four additional but separate times.�
�� Five times?� Abe
echoed, confused. �But we�ve only had sex three times.�
�� Tamara
laughed softly. Her shyness suddenly shed away from her and she leaned forward,
her hands on the table, �Want to make it six?� she smirked.
�� Go to him��
�� Abe
swallowed thickly as Tamara climbed onto the table, moving on her hands and
knees toward him. Her eyes were dark and hungry and only seemed to become
blacker as she moved toward him, but he dismissed it as a trick of the lights.
She was too fluid in her motion, too in control of her body as she slinked closer,
to be following Nek�kem. Her hands reached for his chest, steadying herself as she rose to her knees and kissed him.
�� Dr.
Knight, the door is unlocked, someone could��
�� Walk
right in and see you fucking me?� she smiled. �Good.�
�� Abe�s
eyes, if they could, would have rolled behind his lids. Her hands travelled
down the valley of his back and dipped into his bottoms, pulling them down
around his hips. He wanted to stop her, but as his hand landed on her shoulder,
ready to push her away, she fisted his cheeks and pulled him closer, grinding
her thigh against his growing erection.
�� His
shorts fell to the floor and Abe took her by the hips, easing her down to the
table as he positioned himself between her legs. They moaned together as he
thrust forward, shunting all his cock deep inside her.
�
�� The
flesh is indeed weak,� the woman laughed to herself.
�� Several
floors above the BPRD, in the Waste Treatment Plant they hid inside, Agent
Willis, dressed in his neatly pressed suit and tie watched the leggy brunette
pause in the lobby�s centre. She stared at the floor with a smile, as if she
had just heard something fleetingly funny. He felt a sudden chill when she
knelt to touch the spot, like his skin was struggling to climb right off his
body.
�� Uh�Lorra�Ms. Witney. I understand that the EPA is serious
business, but I have a plant to run. Are you through here?�
�� Quite.
But I will be back,� she said, lovingly caressing her hand on the floor.
�� Willis
reached for his pen and pad and readied to write. �When do you think that will
be?�
�� You
will know,� she said standing, towering over him.
�� She
looked like a model, long and lithe, the dress suit she wore looking tailored
to her perfect body. Agent Willis watched in near stupor as the woman and her
incredibly long legs strode to the doors and trotted down the main steps. She
paused at the bottom as her driver pulled around, fishing a cellular from her
expensive looking purse. Far too
expensive for someone working on a government salary he thought moving to a
hidden kiosk. He relayed his suspicions to the levels below to start an
investigation on her, while she did almost the same.
�� Speak�
the voice on the other line gruffly demanded.
�� Nek�kem
is here, Apris.�
�� The
red-headed man cleared his throat. �Are you certain, Sekmet?�
�� She
nodded moving to the car. �I felt him through the floor,
he used some of his energy to call to me. His pulse is strong but I fear it
won�t stay like that forever, we must free him quickly.�
�� Why
is that?�
�� This
place is a huge front,� she said smiling at her driver as he helped her inside.
�It is more than a waste treatment plant. I can feel that much as well.
Government most likely,� she frowned. �Only the Gods know what they are doing
to him here.�
�� Nothing
he has not come to deserve I am sure.�
�� Sekmet paused, her green eyes narrowing as she thought. �It
almost sounds like you don�t want to help him, brother.�
�� He
is starting to prove more troublesome than he is worth, Sekmet.
It has been over two thousand years and he is still impetuous and foolhardy as
ever.�
�� But
he is ine,
Apris. Family. We must go to him.�
�� He
has drawn the attention of the United States Government, sena.�
�� You
are not allowed to call me sister if this is how you feel,� she hissed.
�� Apris
struggled to remain calm, if Sekmet dug her heels in,
there was no moving her. �This is the new Rome,
Sekmet, and it will not fall for some time, which
means, they will not forget about us for some time if we make ourselves known.�
�� So
are you saying we just walk away?! Leave him to waste?�
�� No,�
he grit into the receiver. �I am saying wait. Do not get how you get and charge
in there slaughtering everything in your path.�
�� Fine,
I will wait,� she huffed, slumping in the seat. �But only for a little while.
Then I will do things my way.�
�� It
will not come to that,� Apris said, snapping the phone shut. His jaw worked as
he ground his lengthening teeth, looking out the hotel window. He really wished
his little sister hadn�t dug her heels in so soon.

A/N: Happy 2009 Everyone! Thanks kayla and Keshley for reviewing and all I can say with
regards to what Nek�kem is, is that everything will
reveal itself in time. I�m steadfastly at work on it!
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