Demon's Daughter (Completed)

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Sauda sits at the end of the table furthest away from the door and with her back to the corner of the room. There weren't any windows in the room, so they didn't have to worry about snipers. And there is only one entryway. If an enemy came through, they'd get a bullet to the knee. Knee shots meant they weren't dead, so they could still play them with.

She sits with her favorite SIG P238 in her lap. Not that she expected to shoot her new superior, but it was comforting.

"We're here, instead of resting? Where are the new kids?"

1st Lt. Jordan Thayjon Kettlewell, alias Sugar, sits next to her. He sprawls out on his chair with glasses hiding his eyes. No doubt nursing a hangover from his day off. He's twenty-nine and two years her senior, yet he still acts like a twenty-year-old.

"Relax Sugar, they're just trying to make us sweat."

Sauda's entire team sits on one end of the table. Kettlewell on her right and on her left, Specialist Adorna Mendoza, alias Dragon. Adorna isn't her actual name, but if anyone spoke her real one, they'd have complete control of her.

Adorna is a Lilin Demon from Hell under the Philippines. Even though her Succubus form is as tall as the room, her human form is small and petite, barely reaching five feet. Her bonded partner sits behind them. Specialist Ashleigh Wright, alias Fingers, the group's Castor. A curvy Yemeni girl from the Midwest with long dyed blonde hair and a shy smile. She isn't a fighter at all, but knows her way around a spell and a gun.

Kettlewell leans back in his chair, stretching until a gap of golden-brown skin shows between his pants and his shirt. A sharply cut treasure trail with a soft pudge sitting above it. Not fat enough for the average skinny male, still passing military requirements, but definitely fatter than any other shapeshifter. The amount of food he has to eat for his superhuman metabolism to fail is astonishing. If Jordan's not talking or kissing someone, he's eating. While they were waiting, he's already gone through three large containers of Chex Mix.

He scents the air, pulling two snorts of air into his nose. He smiles. "Four nulls inbound."

He brings a foot up and relaxes, stuffing a piece of jerky in his mouth from the mountain of snacks on the table. His head turns to Sauda to reveal new golden eyes with black slit pupils. He smiles, showing off his new fangs.

"Play nice," She warns.

"Anything you say, Cap."

Ashleigh wrings her fingers as footsteps come closer and louder. She crosses and uncrosses her feet, and her fingers fly as she casts runes in the air to calm herself.

"Fingers," Sauda whispers, "relax."

Adorna growls at her Captain to leave her partner alone, then sits up straight as the incoming men's smell flows into the room.

"Cool it," Sauda says to the Demon.

Two of the men Sauda "met" the day before, dressed in full ACUs, enter the room, turning to usher in the Major. Maddox comes in and the last soldier follows like a conga line. They stand in a row between the door and the table, blocking the exit. If someone sneaks behind them, they're all dead.

"What a show," Adorna whispers so low that only Sauda and Jordan can hear.

"I wonder... how far the sticks up their asses go?" Jordan whispers back.

Maddox steps toward the table, "No one in uniform?" His tongue pokes out the side of his mouth, and his hands rest on his hips. Everyone can see his chest puffing out, but none of them even pretend to be scared.

"Relax, Maddox--"

"That's 'Major Maddox' to you," one of his cronies spits, a very pale one, half of his body hidden behind his Major.