chapter four; longing.

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WE ARE ALL
WANDERING THE EARTH,
ALONE, LONGING TO
BE LONGED FOR.

william c. hannan

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■ 8.29pm|

  A GROUP OF men stalked sneakily in the forest next to the cream mansion, armed to the teeth while some were loading assault rifles and checking their ammunition.

  Their leader signalled for them to advance, and they followed, creeping along the line of hedges that was surrounding the mansion, hearing twigs snap beneath their feet.

  One of them spoke into a walkie-talkie, his eyes shimmering with hidden bloodlust. “Sir, we have infiltrated the system.”

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  Warning lights blared throughout the entire room, leading Nishikino, who had just entered the room, to groan in frustration.

  “Must be some kind of idiotic mistake again,” she grumbled, excusing herself from the meeting.

  Eli’s blue eyes followed her out of the room, and she knew better. “It is not a dysfunction.”

  Nishikino stopped and turned to meet the quarter-Russian. “Why do you say that?”

  Eli closed her eyes, thinking, analysing. “If you think about it,” she started. “You just carried out a system check, and no supervisors are out of place.”

  Nishikino’s lips were drawn into a thin line, understanding what Eli meant. “Roger that.”

  She turned to Hoshizora, who was chewing the end of a lollipop stick while rocking back and forth on the chair, and beckoned to her. “Hoshizora, I need your people.”

  “Coming, nya.” Hoshizora obeyed, flinging the lollipop stick into the trash bin nearby, before following Nishikino out the door.

  “And the rest of you,” Eli’s icy blue eyes were held a startling calm. “Our every word has been heard.”

  Her gaze swept the remaining nine White Cloaks in the room, before fixing on the light overhead, where a red blinking light was barely visible. “Enter elimination state.”

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  “Shit, shit!” The green-eyed officer cursed, scrambling for his walkie-talkie. “Assault Team One, abort! The Council has caught on.”

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