Superheroes vs. Supernaturals: A Crossover Between Guardians and Shadow Falls

Chapter 10 | Interrogation

Della

At eight-thirty, Della called Agent Sharpe to have him head over to their hotel to pick them up from the hotel. As soon as Sharpe came up to their room at nine o'clock, she handed over the vial containing the magical residue.

"Will you be able to trace it?" she asked.

Agent Sharpe flipped the vial over.

"Possibly," he answered without looking. "Some Wiccans use spells to cover their tracks. But even so, we should be able to run a scan on it and narrow down the search."

Chase remained quietly perched in the corner where he poured a bottle of blood into his mouth.

"I'll run it through my sources after our meeting with the STF."

Della nodded. She put on her leather jacket. Chase pushed himself off his position, threw the bottle into the garbage bin and slid his arms into his own jacket.

"Great," he said. "And with that settled, let's head down to the station."

Chase and Sharpe headed out with Della in tow. Just as she was about to exit, she felt a chill touch her shoulder. The same one that came to her last night when she was waiting on Chase to lure away the crewmen.

She turned around, ready to give the ghost hell and send it packing.

"Can you help me?" it asked.

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Blake

Blake woke to the sound of alarm. He drowsily peered from under his sheets. Morning sunlight flashed in through the window. He reached over and turned off the alarm on his phone, and then checked the time. Nine-thirty. Above the clock was the written declaration of a meeting at ten o'clock with the STF.

He perched back down on the giant pillow and let the feeling of dread wash over him. All he wanted to do was sleep in his king-sized bed and avoid dealing with the F-whatever agents.

He had spent half the night up going over what they shared at the meeting in his mind, and an hour on a phone call with Andrew. Unfortunately, Andrew hadn't been able to dig up much, so he had to stick with those people until he does.

Inhaling a breath of sternness and resolve, Blake pushed away the sheets with his telekinetic power and floated off his bed. Feet planted on the floor, he got into the bathroom to shower, brush his teeth and then came back into the bedroom to change. He reached out with his mind and pulled out his tights, belt, and shirt to put on his Helion alter ego.

An incoming text alerted on his phone. Blake waited until he was completely suited up before he checked it. He was both disappointed and delighted that it wasn't from Andrew: Disappointed, because he needed some good news; delighted, because it came from Ravone.

U can do it. C ya

R

He grinned. The girl was amazing. She listened to him whenever he didn't want to confide in Quinn. Like last night, for instance. He hadn't called Quinn. Instead he called Ravone to tell her his troubles. She didn't pressure him for details. Instead she just offered him advice on how to handle the situation.

"These two new agents don't know you, so you should cut them some slack. When they realize how awesome you are, they will be getting an autograph from you," she said.

She would make an excellent shrink with all that patience, he thought with a touch of admiration and fondness.

The thought gave him a second sense of strength. It didn't make him stronger physically, but somehow it filled him with energy to face the hardship of the day. He put on the tights, then ran his arms inside the sleeves of his suit and put on the belt. Then he pushed his feet inside the boots and pulled the cowl on his shirt over his head to mask his face.