Killing Me Slowly (Third Book to the Secrets Will Kill You Series)

Mission Impossible? Possibly. Part 1

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Another day. Another run down cabin in the middle of nowhere. And still another day of getting nowhere with Dick Roman. We were calling all our resources, digging up all the sites we could dig up and we couldn't find anything about what Dick could possibly be looking for. We were all exhausted. But Bobby came to the rescue as always to put us out of our misery. He told us Dick was building a biotech lab that is actually a site for some kind of slaughter house for humans. First step is to make as dumb as rocks using that crap food like from Biggersons...then he's going to cure us...from AIDS, cancer...all the big ones. Apparently they're not into hunting anymore. It's all about engineering the perfect herd. They want to knock us off the top of the food chain and pretty much take over the entire world. Comforting right?

"Hey...I just got an email...from Frank..." Sam said as she stared at the laptop. "Frank's alive?" Dean asked in disbelief. "That jackass, always stealing my thunder" Bobby commented.

"Sam and Dean and...lovers..." I rolled my eyes. "If you're reading this, I'm dead... or worse. This e-mail was sent because some prince is trying to hack into my hard drive right this second. So unless it's you, you got trouble." Sam read.

"My drive is full of compromising info. Your new aliases, hangouts, where you stored your cars..." Brit continued reading.

My eyes widened as I felt excitement which I never thought I would feel again for that truck. "Baby?" Dean asked with hope.

"Even though he encrypted the crap out of his drive, he says we should assume that someone can hack into it eventually. He did put a tracking device in it" Sam said and clicked on it as we all peered into the screen as it was locating the drive...and of course where was it? Richard Roman Enterprises.

"Perfect. It's in the middle of the Death Star" Dean said and I could hear slight panic in his voice even if no one else heard it.

We all exchanged a look but then simply stood to our feet. It had to be done and we all knew it. "Okay...now just wait a second kids, you can't just break in. They know your mugs. What if we mailed in the flask? Then I could ghost through the joint. I mean, it's not like Dick can kill me twice. What, you got a better plan? Come on. Just because I'm dead doesn't mean I don't know how to do my damn job" Bobby tried.

"Bobby, that's Dick's office" Brit pointed out.

"I think what Brit's trying to say is, what happens if you run into Dick and, you know...go vengeful. You know it's not something you can just shake off" Dean said.

"Come on. Give me some credit. What, I'm supposed to just ride the pine?"

"Sorry, Bobby" Sam shook his head. "Can't you just pop over there, get the drive and come on back? Or just make it pop on over to us?" Dean asked me.

I couldn't help but chuckle a little. "It doesn't just work that way. Half of it works from my demon half and half of it works from my witch half. It's a locator spell. I need to actually know the person that has the drive and have some kind of connection with them to really have me just pop up wherever they are...and it works the same way with having the thing come to us. I need to know who's in possession of it" I explained.

"Man, why so many technicalities when it comes to spells?"

"How should I know? That's just how it works. It's not like I made it up" I smiled.

"Well...I guess we're on our way to Chicago then" he said and began to head out.

And then I just realized something. I don't think I ever admitted that I had a demon half before...not aloud anyway. I've never actually accepted it I guess...and I've never been so open about it...I guess it was because it has never been so useful to me. As lame as this may seem I've accepted who I am. And whoever doesn't then that's their problem. Not mine. But the funny thing is...I don't think any of the others noticed my choice of words...I was the only one that really noticed...or maybe they noticed and just didn't show it. So what does that say about them...and more importantly...what does that say about me?