The Gathering of the Clans Book 2

TGC Book 2 Chapter 10

Book 2 Chapter 10

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Berkman Hotel

Roger stared out the windows of the penthouse suite into the darkness. He had tried to sleep but new problems had invaded his mind. Males were now getting pregnant. They would have to be kept out of combat for the sake of the unborn child. This made allocating manpower an even harder task. Luckily, shooting from civilians was less in Black Wolf because there was only one group left holding out. They called themselves the Rivera Family. Rockwell Rivera was one nasty piece of work. He'd made himself a flag and declared the part of Black Wolf he held as his own private kingdom. No one else was allowed in.

That in and of itself wasn't the problem. He was going through the part he held and taking everything away from the people he found there and holding them hostage demanding food and supplies from the military in exchange for their lives. He'd killed three just to prove his point as to what would happen to the rest of the people if Roger refused to give Rockwell what he wanted. This morning's exchange was ten lives for a truck of food and supplies.

Roger frowned. Captain Thatcher believed the man was raiding other parts of the city taking hostages and anything else he found. He wanted to just take the man down. Leaving a hostage killing maniac on the loose in the city was not in his plans. But how to do it remained the question. The biggest problem was that they had no intel on the man. He didn't want to risk lives on poor intel.

Captain Brant's group had returned to Black Wolf after the problem in Larsen had been handled. Brant's astounding account of Ian's knowledge about Harvard and where the hostages were held had puzzled him. How had Ian known? Sure, Ms. Opal had supplied background information on the man but that did not tell Ian precisely where the hostages were being held. He could really use some of that knowledge himself to save innocent lives.

'So you wish to protect the young ones this man has taken?' Roger jerked and scanned the reflection of the room for the source of the voice. 'You know I am not in the room with you Roogar.' 'I do?' 'Yes, you know what I am. You've heard me before in your mind. You know I am not a hallucination brought on by the Sickness as you whoomans call it. Your kernel Willems told you of us. You see me every day outside your window. You even talk back to me sometimes.'

Roger pictured the huge maple tree outside his office window in his mind and remembered the information Colonel Williams had related to him on a secure line. There were aliens inhabiting some of the trees and they called themselves the Iselli. 'I believe introductions are required when two beings meet. I am Weylyn of the Iselli.' Roger almost pissed himself but he had sort of been expecting this. After all the time of hearing laughter in his thoughts. He figured one of them was in the maple tree. "I'm honored Weylin of the Iselli that you have chosen to speak to me. I am Colonel Roger Malone."

Roger heard laughter in his mind. 'I have been speaking to you for a while now but your mind perceived me as a hallucination. Your whooman minds are fragile things so I waited for you to be able to accept communication from me. I hope I was right to do so.' Roger laughed "So that was you huh?" 'You need only think it Roogar for me to hear it. You have the same ability as I from your experience with what you call the Sickness.' Roger thought about it. 'So why can't I hear the other humans around me then?' Weylinof the Iselli snickered. 'You didn't even know you could. Have you tried? Even for my species, it takes practice to hear another so, do such things differ for your species?'

Roger could have smacked himself in the head. Nothing comes without practice. 'I would practice if I knew how.' 'What do you call what you are doing with me right now?' Roger laughed. 'Sorry, my species can be pretty dense sometimes. So why did you choose to talk to me this time Weylin?' 'You wish for information to help you protect the young ones this Rook person took, yes?'  'Yes, I do.' 'I chose to talk to you because I can help you. He is mean to the young ones. I hear them crying. Young ones are to be protected, not hurt by the adults around them.'