Chapter 29 Healing Fractured Pieces

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I finally did what Bryant said and started using the app for the car. The roadster was my baby next to my old Expedition. Once I was in the garage, I orb to Bryant's lab. "What a nice surprise, you're early today. Why are you smiling like that?" Bryant sniffs me when he realizes what was different. "No! you didn't? I thought you were hell bent of getting rid of him, what changed your mind?"

"I've deeply reconsidered my original position. I'm keeping him and before you ask I'll be marked soon. Enough about me, tell me what you got from everything we salvaged." Bryant pulls up an aerial map on our giant touch screen.

"From the phones alone I gathered they get a location sent to them once the dossier for the target is sent. I was able to trace the wire transfers to most of buyers for the trafficked individuals. We have teams retrieving them as we speak. The others are dummy accounts to a small island off the coast of Portugal. I sent Shelia to do some surveillance and little to no activity. No hidden bunkers or any signs of the missing sups. I'm using a piggyback from one of the neighboring satellites to monitor incoming and outgoing transmissions. And before you say it, decryption has been deployed."

He has it all covered. "Have Shelia, Haven, Maddox and Travis set up and ready to go for Greece. The eight-hour difference is going to be brutal; we leave at 11.

The Darkness Within

We are set up near the Acropolis, I take point, stealthing on the top of the remaining pillars. This target is not just any ordinary witch, but a necromancer. I admire her skills. I could never get into it the way I should, but it does come in handy. We all hear the approaching footsteps. A dark haze comes rolling out from the east. A flash of electric current and a scream rings out.

They have bound her hands with electrically charged cuffs and her ankles, keeping her subdued. Their knowledge of the rarely known weaknesses is too extensive. Electric currents only work on witches for short periods, for necromancers a constant stream disrupts them from summoning the dead to defend themselves.

"I think some water is in order, don't you, Haven? Give them some ocean. They've learned from their mistakes and doubled their ground forces. I smell ogres and goblin." Haven summons sea water, sending it out in tendrils before making contact with the cuffs.

It wouldn't stun them for long but gives us our opening window. These beasts can fight to no end, I give the order to use whatever weapons necessary and scale myself down the column. I am going to be the distraction, while Travis secures the necromancer.

Preparing myself to strike the assailants. I take out the knees of the ogres at the front, they recoil from the pain, making it easier for me to sever their heads. The others grin circling my position, twenty-two to one didn't seem like good odds--for them.

Straight brute force it is then, as I crack my knuckles to prepare. Thrusting my knee breaking a collarbone, I take the ogres arm extending it, sending hard knuckle punches breaking ribs. I thrust my claws in shoving bone straight to the heart.

Jump scissor kicking the two parallel to me sent them back, two more charge the front of me like raging bulls. I kick my legs back, bouncing from the pillar countering them. I grab their throats, ripping them out, suffocating them in their own blood. Growling and snarling in the direction of my enemies put fear in their eyes, fear they never knew was possible.

The last few back up with my slow stalking advances as my fangs extended. I move at the speed of light slashing through them with my claws. The dead silence snaps me out of my bloody rampage, I killed them all, not one spark of life left. "Commander, we secured the necromancer, only one goblin left for interrogation."

I look down to my hands with blood drenched to my elbows. Turning around to see the mess I made, I eviscerated all of the ogres as intestines lay in a tangled mess. "Commander?" Haven caught my attention as I turn to face her, "I'm okay, lets clear the scene. I'll take care of these; help clean up the rest."

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