Truth Stealers (Thief's Signal: Book 1)

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Fyrno crouched down and examined the corpses splayed across the floor.

"Fresh blood," he said, turning to the rest of the team. "We can't be more than an hour behind."

"Captain, come over here."

Fyrno turned round to see. Then he realised he was looking at a whole escort of fully armed military vehicles. There were five anti-tank turrets connected to large, armoured hover-cars. They were all smashed to pieces.

"Think I know which way he might have went," the squad member said ironically.

Fyrno followed the trail of destruction further down the road.

Scorch marks from used bombs and dried blood from slaughtered men littered the roadside. But then the team came to the end of the line; the trail was cut off suddenly, near a corner in the road. There was nothing to mark why this had happened, just emptiness. The blank road stared unforgivingly at Fyrno, whom frowned at the strange occurrence.

"Well obviously a fight has gone down here," Fyrno said, "these cars belong to the Regime. But as to who was fighting against them...they left no trace. Nothing at all."

The captain scratched his head.

"Sir," Devlink was scanning a dent in one of the anti-tank turrets, "this appears to be made by a human hand. Apparently someone punched it."

Fyrno walked forward. "No normal human has the strength to do that."

"Sir."

"What is it, Devlink?"

"What about the meta human?"

Fyrno squinted his eyes. "Jag...but why would he fight them? He was supposed to be their agent."

"Who turned on who?" Devlink squatted next to the hover-car that had been ripped in half.

"Too hard to tell."

"Well, my analysis is that Jag is a fucking hulk. But then, that abrupt end to the fight over there at the corner of the lane: maybe they captured him?"

Fyrno spun on his heels. "Give me footage on this area from the past hour. Use satellite, home security, I don't care what. I want to be watching exactly what happened here, and find out where the hell Jag Blakeman is."

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