The Eyes of Fate (Currently in Rewrite)

Briefing

Sentinel

Home Base

Laine, Oklahoma, USA

December 5th, 2019

Sentinel sat back on the couch, taking a sip of his juice while Vyper fixed breakfast. The others were sat around the living room with him, save Fang, who was outside on the phone. They were all waiting for Stellan to show up with the rest of their intel and the guy the CIA had infiltrating the church. A knock at the front door drew all their eyes, until it opened and revealed Stellan.

"Morning, all." He shut the door behind him and shivered. "Christ, it's cold out there."

"It's only thirty-five degrees," Oracle laughed at him. "Barely even jacket weather."

"Yeah? Well it's sixty in D.C. today," Stellan griped. He looked around for a second before raising his eyebrows at them. "Where's Fang?"

"Outside, arranging our next appointment," Vyper said, turning from the stove and walking towards the table. Sentinel glanced outside to see the captain still walking around in circles while he talked, as he had been for almost ten minutes. Vyper pounded on the sliding glass door a few times to get his attention before turning back to the rest of them. "Come get your French toast while it's hot."

They all gathered around the table and started passing around dishes. They had just started eating when Fang joined them.

"So, did he agree to meet with us?" Oracle asked, pointing at Fang with her fork.

"Of course he did." Fang grinned around the huge bite toast in his mouth. "And not just because he knows I would've shown up at his house if he hadn't."

"Who?" Sentinel asked, barely beating out Chesyr and Vyper saying the same thing.

"You'll see." Fang said. Then he turned to Stellan. "So is your mole running late?"

"Straight to business, as per usual." Stellan wiped his mouth with a napkin before answering. "He's missing."

"What happened?" Ranger asked, leaning forward.

"Let's finish eating first, then I'll show you." Stellan said, reaching for another slice of French toast. "While we wait do, why don't you guys tell me about this mysterious police report I saw regarding a 'freak punk with eyes like a demon' beating up a biker in a bar this weekend?"

"We wouldn't know anything about that." Fang said, crossing his arms.

"Nonsense!" Chesyr piped up. "So this is what happened..."

They all finished eating while Chesyr recounted the tale of Fang's intolerance for dickheads. Afterwards, Vyper put the dishes in the sink to soak while Stellan hooked up his computer to the TV. 

"So, we have literal days of footage following our inside man," Stellan began. "Hours of sermons and Sunday school and luncheons and everything else, but none of that is super important to right now, so you can look at them later if you want to. Right now we're just looking at the yesterday's sermon."

Stellan pressed play, and the video started. It was shot from chest height, so Sentinel figured it was a hidden camera put in a shirt or a necklace or something. The person was walking towards a building that looked like it was in downtown Laine. An old man held the door as the agent approached, and Sentinel saw him smile warmly. 

"It's good to see you again, David." The old man stuck his hand out, "How's Loretta?"

"She's doing well, Mark." David shook the offered hand. "Doc says she should be out in another week or so."