[Hiarhu]: 631.Dominion (Pt 2)

In a supposedly nondescript black SUV David Langley and Olivia Carter rode in silence. Carter driving, and David glancing at her every few minutes. It was clear he wanted to say something but he couldn’t seem to get the words out. Judging by the way that Carter sat it seemed she knew not only that he wanted to say something but what it was. Finally it seemed David had had enough, he opened his mouth but Carter cut him off with a sharp “Don’t”. “Damn it Carter do you ever do anything the easy way?” “Not if I can help it.”
“You do know that this is going to be a mountain of unnecessary paperwork right?”
“Most likely.” David made a noise of exasperation, “Not to mention that they might decide to sue the FBI over this when we let them go.” “Not our concern.” David looked like he very much wanted to argue but he merely contented himself with rolling his eyes and looking out the window.
“What’s our ETA?”, he asked instead. “Twelve minutes.”
Twelve minutes later they pulled into the lot of a brick building. The building didn’t look abandoned exactly but all the windows were blacked out. Carter killed the engine and the both stepped out at the same time. David looked up at the building appreciatively, “I know it’s odd but this place always gives me the creeps.” Carter raised an eyebrow at him. David sighed, “Don’t ask.” “I wasn’t planning on it.”
A second black SUV pulled into the spot next to theirs. Two men got out, both dressed in dress slacks and a shirt to match. The looked to Carter and David, “Grab em.” said Carter. The men nodded. The two agents moved towards a door a few feet away across the immaculate lot. They didn’t say anymore as they reached the door, which David opened for Carter. And which earned him another raised eyebrow. He rolled his eyes and followed her inside. They entered what looked like a dilapidated lobby. Crossing to a door to there left Carter touched a place on the door frame and a barely audible click ensued. She then swung open the door and moved inside purposefully, leaving David to catch the door before it swung shut.
Beyond the door was blackness, but both Carter and David knew the building well and walked down a flight of stairs without difficulty. As they reached yet another doorway Carter, unseen in the dark, waved her hand at the wall once. Immediately there was a soft beep and with a hiss the door as well as the wall holding it slid aside. Both agents were illuminated by brilliant bluish light. David blinked suddenly in the bright light even though he had been expecting it of course. Carter didn’t even seem to notice it. Behind what was naturally a hidden doorway, was not just a hidden room, but a hidden football field. As always David was impressed whenever he saw it. Bright blue-white lights lit the expanse from above, reflected in the jet black and highly polished floor. Scattered in what may have seemed a random way were clear glass cubicles, some small with one occupant at a desk much like a normal office building, others were large some very large with tables lining the wall. In some of the larger cubicles there were men and women in lab coats working in, surprisingly enough, what appeared to be labs, and in still others there were sections of chain ling fence holding a section of weapons to rival that of a small, or even a medium army.
All around this large room were people, some worked at stations, others ran about everywhere, and still others just stood around watching and taking notes. Most were dressed casually, at least casually for whatever this place was. Men and women in business suits, normal daywear, and even a few young people who were dressed in gaudy gear that you might see at a rave.
David and Carter stepped into this room, David breathed in the purified air with a slight frown. He always found the odorless super sanitary atmosphere here to be too unnatural for his tastes. He followed Carter as she strode purposely towards the very center of the room, a medium cubicle and also the only opaque one. On the way a skinny girl who looked maybe seventeen or eighteen literally bounced on her feet, out of one of the cubes. She was dressed most odd, long black and white stripped leggings a bright blue halter top and to complete the ensemble her hair was dyed bubble gum pink and spiked in thick beams. “Hey David!” She said in a very cheery voice, “Wha…” David cut her off, “Later Midge, gotta see the boss man.” And he continued on his way, reaching the center cube with Carter. A white metal door rimed by a strip of blue light blocked them from entering, but Carter waved her hand again and it opened in the same sliding manner of the first one. She stepped through shadowed by David and came face to face with Henry Deacon Morrissey.
Morrissey was the Regency Director for Section 126. Deac as he preferred to be called was a tall athletic black man just entering his fifties, but looking much younger do to his rigorous exercise regimen. Though he could have had a promotion to the Agency’s Headquarters in New York years ago, Deac could never give up the freedom and relative field work of his current position. Though his office appeared to be one of the utmost professionalism Deac was by no means a buy the book boss, like most of the people in this Section, and a few others, he was comfortable with the people and let loose a bit from time to time.
“‘Liv, D,” he said by way of a greeting, demonstrating his dislike of formally in his need to give everyone some kind of nickname. “Deac” Said David with a nod, Carter simply nodded. Deac didn’t offer them a seat they’d worked together long enough to know that Deac expected you to be comfortable in his office, if you weren’t supposed to be he’d tell you to stand, it was that simple.
Looking down at some papers on his desk he said, “Ok so do you two…” he paused. “I mean, ‘Liv would you like to tell me about these two kids that are on thier way down to medical right now?” “Sir, as you can see from the preliminary report…” Deac gave a slight role of his eyes, it was well known that if it wasn’t flagged red he never read a prelim, and he had given up telling Carter not to call him sir. Carter sighed and continued, “Agent Langley and I responded to a report of a signal disturbance from UARV 04 in the area of…” David leaned back in his seat while Deac relaxed himself by propping his legs up on his desk, though both of them were following her every word. They both tolerated Carter’s strict manner with reports, though it was never really necessary.
Carter worked her way quickly through the report of the incident at the Home Town Supply, and Deac asked for clarification. “I need to know more about this trace you found.” “Sir, we…we know nothing about it.” Small chuckle. “Well that’s helpful.”
David stepped in, “We’ve got Rickter running it through DStat now.” DStat was the Agency’s database that encompassed every known law enforcement database in the world, as well as some that the world didn’t know about “If there’s anything to find, he’ll find it.” “Very good, now Liv, care to tell me why you decided to taser a civilian and then kidnap her?” “The civilian was uncooperative when we tried to bring them in for examination.” “Yes as you said. What I’m asking is why in the hell you chose that route?” “Sir, you’re as well aware as anyone about the things we deal with daily, sometime we don’t have time for the book.” David blinked very rapidly and Deac’s legs dropped off the desk. Carter couldn’t have gotten a better reaction if she’d lit her chair on fire. She continued seeming to not notice a thing, “And of course, sir, there’s the matter of that unknown trace.“ Deac sighed. “Back to the trace, if there’s one thing I don’t like it’s a loose end. Keep me informed.” “Yes, sir.” “Sure thing Deac.” Prelims were often simple with Deac, and with that, it was over.
Carter and David left Deac’s office. Turning left they weaved in and out of the cubicles working their way to the medical station. In route Midge homed in on them again, “So David,” she smiled, “S’up?” “You know Midge, you’re the only hacker we have that doesn’t want to be in the Mainframe twenty-four seven.” She shrugged and bounced on her feet again. “Can I help it if you guys have the more interesting job? So, seriously, what’s up? We got ourselves a nice big one?” David rolled his eyes theatrically, “You busy?” “Does it look like I’m busy?” “You never look busy Midge.” More shrugging and bouncing. “Come on David tell me.” She pouted her lips. “You don’t have to do that you know.” Midge batted her eyelashes. David rolled his eyes for real this time and managed to walk into a desk. Midge laughed, “Men.” Carter smirked but no one noticed.
“Fine then.” Said David massaging his knee as he walked. “Follow us.” “’K.” The three of them continued on their way to the third largest station in the facility, the medical research unit, Midge pressing for details on the case every step of the way. They stepped to a white doorway rimmed by blue light just like the door to Deac’s office. More hand waving and the were able to step into a small room with a matching door on the other side. David muttered, “Damn cleansers, probably about as healthy as drying my hair in the microwave.” A soft beep issued from somewhere, followed quickly by a series of clicks and flashes of violet light. Then vents in the floor hissed loudly with a blast of air, the adjoining door slid open.
Inside the medical unit was a large airtight room portioned with more cubicles, lit from the ceiling with a light that had a more bluish hue than the rest of the facility. The trio headed to the left corner where screens shielded a section from view. As they drew nearer they saw that there seemed to be a great deal of activity, people scurrying back and forth so much they looked like runners doing dashes. The excitement was palpable in their hushed voices.
“Hmm..” Mused Midge, “Looks like when you stuff a fire cracker in an ant nest.” “The question is, how big of a boom we lookin’ at here?” Said David. A man in a lab coat walked over carrying a chart. “About time you two showed up,” he snapped. “You kidnap two civilians, one of them with something we don’t recognize in her bloodstream, drop them off and leave us to sort it out.” He glared. David forced a smile. “Nice to see you again Peaty.” “Dr. Peterson, you know better to call me that, Langley.” For the first time since leaving Deac’s office Carter spoke, “How are they, Dr. Peaty?” Dr. Peterson closed his eyes and took a deep breath. “They were unconscious when they were brought in, your doing I suppose. A few minor bumps and bruises and the boy might have a concussion but other than that they seem in fine health. We‘ve got them sedated and we‘re treating the boy‘s head injury.”
“Any inform..” Peterson cut her off, “That trace really pinches my plans for the night. We cannot identify it but it’s not an infection of some kind, nor is it a drug. Fact is, we don’t know where it came from yet, but we do know that it‘s organic. Genetics is running it through a stripper to get the DNA for analyses.” He opened his mouth to keep talking but glanced over David’s shoulder and closed it with a small smile. “And here it is now.” They all turned around and saw a lab tech heading toward them with a computer print out.
David leaned towards Carter, “You know, in a normal police lab DNA can take months. We’ve got it in half an hour, I love flying under Congresses radar.” Carter smiled softly and Midge giggled loudly.
The tech reached them and handed the chart to Peterson, who began reading it. His brow becoming more furrowed by the word. “Hmmph.” Never looking up from the printout he said to the tech, “Well, better get a copy down to Dr. Masters.” The tech nodded and left. Peterson, still staring intently at the papers, turned back to the others but didn’t speak. They waited but he did nothing but flipped back and forth between the pages. Finally David said, “So Doc, care to tell us why you’re bringing in the Crypt Keeper?” Peterson looked up at last and with a genuine smile of amusement said, “Oh you guys are gonna love this.”






He had read the location of Dante the pimp from Megan while she was telling her story. He ran his businesses from one of the worst parts of the city, Stockholm Street. Apparently selling the bodies of little girls wasn’t the only way he made his coin, he was also in charge of a crack house ran by the Black Clouds. He snorted, that really was a dumb name for a gang, but what could you expect? This time the man took a slower route to his destination, keeping a watchful eye out for anything interesting.
On Stockholm Street not a single street light was working, they hadn’t for years. The street itself was still flooded with water because the gutters we clogged with unidentifiable garbage. But even a storm like tonight’s couldn’t hope to was away the aura of filth and despair that this place had steeped in for years. The burned out and looted buildings had been built for low income families but no families had lived here for years. They now stood as temples of decadence.
The crack house was a three story apartment building near the west end of the street. It’s windows were all boarded tightly shut and only one door allowed entry. A lone punk stood watch outside, sitting on a crate and smoking a cigarette. The man walked up to him, and let himself be seen. The punk yelled and jumped up off the crate, drawing a pistol in mid air.
“Ahhh fuck man what the fuck?” He moved to aim the gun but it was removed from his hand before it could be brought to bare.
The punks voice rose in pitch a little as he said,
“W-who the fuck are you, you dumb fuck?”
“I’m here to see Dante.”
“Yeah..umm..yeah he kno’ you comin?”
“I doubt it, he’s not smart enough to be expecting me.”
“Well then what the fuck you want wit him?”
“I’m here to teach him a lesson.”
“What? Man what da fuck you on?”
The man sighed out his annoyance. “I’m here to kill him fool.”
Without waiting for the words to register he struck out and knocked the punks head against the side of the building, rendering him neatly unconscious.
He stepped over the guards now inert form and opened the door and entered the crack house. Inside people huddled against the walls and each other snorting and shooting and smoking. No guards of any kind here, and only two of the bulbs worked casting more shadows than light. The walls to the separate apartments had been torn out making one large room. His obsidian shaded eyes scanned the people on this floor, his senses reaching out. All addicts and wastes here. Mattresses reeking of urine lined one of the walls almost impossible to see under the pile of flesh that laid atop each. He knew that at least two of the people in those piles were dead from overdoses, one of them on the bottom had been there for a few days at least.
He instinctively knew that Dante would be on the top floor, playing at being the king of his kingdom, and that’s where he headed next. The second floor reeked as bad as the first but this time with different odors. This floor was where the crack heads turned tricks with the gang members that moved the product and keep the street whores in line. He could hear a few of them grunting as they worked against bodies that reacted about as well as a side off beef.
To the third floor. Here the apartments served as armories supply stores and bunks for the Black Clouds, who were ever preparing for gang wars. At the far end was a door with a fresh coat of bright red paint guarded by a large black man covered in tattoos. The mighty kings throne room, the man laughed softly. He strode towards the door his coat swirling around him as he walked. Even though he was walking down a straight hallway with working lights the guard didn’t notice him, exactly as he wanted. He reached into his coat as he walked. When he was just a few feet from the man he smiled and in a friendly voice said,
“Hiya.”
The guard’s eyes widened at what to him was a man appearing out of no where. That’s all he had time to do because the next instant the hunter slashed at his throat with the blade he’d take from his coat. The blade was about ten inches long and sharper than any razor, used with the skill of the man it neatly and silently sliced clean through the guards neck decapitating him in one quick move.
Before the body had fallen to the floor the man moved through the red doorway into Dante’s room, knife still in hand. Inside it was as dilapidated as the rest of the building but cleanly painted and without the reek of the lower floors. Inside were four people, two men sitting at a table talking, smoking and drinking, and two more playing pool at a full-sized table in the middle of the room. These two were standing while they talked and smoked and drank. They all looked up as he entered and went for their guns.
“Good evening gentlemen.”
Able to tell that one of the men playing pool was Dante he threw the knife at his foot, it pierced strait through and pinned him tightly to the floor. The other three managed to draw their weapons as Dante screamed. Moving faster than they could see their attacker went for the other pool player. Before he could get off a shot the man was thrown into the air by the now indistinguishable black shape, he struck the ceiling and started to fall back down. Before he could fall very far the hunter grabbed his discarded pool stick and pierced him straight through the chest. Leaving his victim to continue falling the man moved on the other two who were now standing beside the table trying to find something to shoot. In one smooth move he grabbed the closer of them and twisted his head so hard it turned completely around, then gripped the head of the other and slammed it down into a chair with tremendous force.
The first victim reached the floor. Dante’s first scream ended and he took a breath for a second one. Before he could release it his throat was being squeezed tightly, he felt the knife removed from his foot and he was forced into a chair, the back of which was broken and covered in chunks of face. The other man pulled up the second chair and put his feet up on the table, he smiled like they were old friends sitting down to drinks.
“Hello Dante, nice place you’ve got here.”
Dante tried to speak but he was too shocked to make more than a faint noise in his throat.
“Don’t worry about it, I usually don’t get much good conversation in these situations, tad boring really.”
His face showed nothing but fear until he moved his foot, he winced in pain and made a faint noise.
“Bet that hurts, right?”
Dante looked at him his eyes wide, still not speaking.
“Right?”
Dante nodded.
“Here, let me help.”
He reached over and gripped Dante’s neck and pressed where it met his captive’s back.
There was a loud crunch and pain much worse than that in his foot seared him. It was gone as soon as it came, seeming to take with it the pain in his foot. It was a moment before Dante noticed that all of the feeling in his body seemed to be gone. A new terror moved him now and he spoke, “W-what d-d-did you d-do?”
“I broke your spine.”
Dante began to sob, tears streaming down his face, his body not moving at all.
“W-why?”
“Pick a sin Dante, any sin.”
“Who-wh..”
“I’ve gone by many names, around here most know me as Darow. Not that does you much good.”
He stood up and walked around the room. He stopped at a small table that carried four bottles of liquor. Selecting two of them he walked back to Dante, opening the bottle as he went.
“Now Dante, normally I’d just get this over with, but I’m in a mood for a show. Plus I’m in need of a bit of chaos.”
He shrugged, “Sorry.” Which was a lie, fact was he was enjoying this quite a bit. He purred one bottle of the liquor over the still sobbing Dante and splashed the rest around the room. Next he picked up a packet of matches from the table and headed out of the room.
“N-no p-please, I-I-NO!”
Darow lit a match and throw it over his shoulder onto Dante. The fire ignited instantly, and Dante’s sobs became screams again. Though perhaps it was a small blessing that he could only feel the flames on his head.
Darow strode out of the room as the flames spread. He calmly left the building by the same route he had entered by. The whores and the crack heads hadn’t even noticed anything yet. He made no effort to raise the alarm. He knew that in a building like this the fire would spread quickly. He smiled slightly when he reached the first floor, this time he smelled a faint odor from the basement, chemicals used in manufacturing of drugs, flammable and even explosive chemicals. This would really be a show.
He stepped out into the night from the front door, the punk had obviously woken up and ran off, lucky him. Darow snapped the door handle off on his way, making it impossible to open the door from the inside, especially in a panic, and there would be a panic. He strode down the lane, it looked like this town might be fun after all. He hummed a jaunty tune.


"Oh you guys are really gonna love this." Peterson's grin grew.
Carter raised her right eyebrow at him. David tilted his head to the side and looked at him. "Care to tell us what we're gonna love?"
"Here let me show you." Peterson stepped over to a large monitor and inserted a small chip, that he'd gotten with the printout, into a slot. The screen glowed to life then begain to show different charts at high speed. Shortly after it flickered and died.
"Damn," Peterson smacked the side of the monitor to no avail. "Oh for the love of the motherboard." Midge nudged him aside and producing a small pocket knife pried the back cover off the computer. She reached her hands inside, next second there was a loud crackling sound and a flash of sparks, the monitor retuned to life. She straightened up with a bounce and a smile, "There ya go." David gave her a look. "Well it's just taking to damn long to get to the point." Peterson cleared this throat, "Well thank you Dora," Midge's eyes widened and her nostrels flaired in anger. "Midge, I ment Midge," Said Peterson quickly. She narrowed her eyes. Peterson turned around hurredly, "Moving right along."
He pressed a few buttons, "Ok the trace was infact organic, in fact it's a dormant hormone, unclassified."
Carter, "How did it get in her system? Did she exchange something with the Kreta that attacked her?"
"Nope."
"Then what?"
"It's not foreign."
"Not foreign?"
"Nope, it's more advanced than a normal human hormone, it has the basic structure of a hormone, but it's much more complex. It's not a chemical but a cell, and a complex one at that."
"Then why do you say it's a hormone?"
"Because it seems to function as a hormone would function, but like I said, it's dormant, no activity what so ever. It is however in her entire bloodstream but we can't tell where it's source is."
"And this tells us what?"
"Oh there's more, just wait for it."
Carter was getting annoyed but she simply said, "Fine." They all knew that when Peterson got his hands on some new unknowns biologics to study he turned obsessive. Rumor was that he's once bit a new tech who was trying to hard to be helpful by cleaning up the lab around Dr. Peterson. Apparently the tech had reached for the wrong thing just a little to close to the good doctor. Anyone who had seen him with a sample like this didn't have to work hard to believe the story.
"Like I said it's a cell, a cell with a DNA structure. We know it's not foreign because the DNA matches the girl's. What's her name by the way?" Carter shrugged.
"Brittany Sims." Said the tech a few feet away scanning her personal effects.
They all looked at her, but she didn’t look up from her work. Carter turned to Peterson, “They’re all listening aren’t they?”
“Yep,” Said Peterson along with three other people nearby.
“Does no one in this place have their own jobs anymore?” Asked David with a pointed look at Midge, who in turn smiled at him. He sighed, “Go on Peaty.”
“Well Brittany’s DNA has extra nucleotides that as far as we can tell, which would explain this hormone thingy. In fact her double helix is perhaps twice as complex as that of a normal human, but most of it’s dormant. Only the normal sections are active.”
“So she’s not human?”
“Oh she’s human, at least in part. She was born with these anomalies, some kind of mutation perhaps. Either way it’s defiantly a job for the Agency.” He smiled again, and Midge gave a little giggle again.
Carter looked to her, “Ah Midge, since you’ve taken an interest in our case why don’t you head to your lab and find us everything you can on Sims, and…” She looked to Peterson and then asked the room as a whole, “Anybody get the boy’s name?”
“It’s Smith,” answered Peterson.
“Lovely, Sims and Smith Midge, find them.”
“Yay!” pronounced Midge and bounced off back to her little cubical of computers.
“Peaty, get these over to Deac and explain them right away.”
“And what will you two heroic agents do?”
“We’re going to pay a visit to the Crypt.”
The Crypt was the nickname for the Xenology department, the job of which was the research and classification of unknown species. It was called the Crypt because of the massive archive of ancient books that were stored in the Agency’s headquarters. There were no books here at this regional branch, instead there were a system of supercomputers that were linked to the main Crypt’s enormous data banks. Data banks that stored all the information in those texts, and were capable of searching and matching anything within them to set parameters. The Crypt here was over a hundred times smaller than headquarters, but the R&C department of every regional branch was called by the name, and the person in charge of that department was nicknamed the Crypt keeper. In this case that was Dr. Edward Masters, a man who seemed to have chosen to embrace the cliché of his job and almost never left the Crypt.
Because of the space and special care those supercomputers needed the Crypt was housed in the lowest of three levels. Staffed by a total of twenty two, twenty maintenance workers and computer experts, and Dr. Masters and his assistant Zach.
Carter and David headed down, David grinning the whole way.
Carter shot him a look, “What’s with you?”
“I’m psyched.”
“Why?”
“Why?” he looked shocked. “Why? Because this is big that’s why.”
“It’s a case just like any other.”
“No it’s not like any other, this one’s new.”
“They’re all new Langley, we close everyone, nothing grows cold.”
“No, no. I mean it’s new as in new.”
“David.”
“Ok it’s like this, how long have you been with the Agency?”
“Six years.”
“Exactly, and in those six years how many new Xeno’s have you heard about?”
“None.”
“Bingo. Almost everything we deal with daily has been discovered and documented for hundreds sometimes even thousands of years. I mean, come on Carter, we might as well be in an episode of The X-Files.”
They entered the stairs to the second level.
“I’m getting at the fact that our lives aren’t exactly normal. Any conspiracy theorist worth his foil hat will tell you that the government has a secrete group to police alien activity.”
“Aliens don’t exist David.”
He shrugged, “True but why spoil their fun? Either way the point is we’re the group. Ok we don’t deal with aliens but look at the things we do deal with. The things that go bump in the night, demons, vampires, werewolves, ghosts, angels..”
“Since when have angels gone bump?”
They entered the second level, they had to cross it to get to the entrance to the Crypt. The second level was the armory and mess area, as well as a weapons training range.
“The point, if you’ll let me get to it, is that we are supposed to deal with the strange and unexplainable everyday. The problem is that it’s not strange, we’ve explained almost all of it. Now as much fun as it is policing the shadows is, don’t you ever want to be like the first ones that had our job? Actually exploring and learning.”
“We do a job, an important one.”
“Well I’m not saying it’s not important, far from it, I’m saying that as far from repetitive as it is, it has no mystery.”
Carter smirked, “Speaking of mystery, just how hard does Midge have to throw herself at you before you catch?”
“Huh?”
She rolled her eyes, “Please be joking cause it’s just sad if I have to explain it to you.”
“Oh…that. You’re wrong.”
“You really believe that?”
David shrugged, “Either way she’s too young for me.”
Carter stopped for a second, “She’s six months older than you.”
“This job makes me old before my time and I swear those computers make her younger.”
She rolled her eyes. Halfway across the level they reached the mess area. David’s path swerved away in the direction of the door.
“Hang on I need some sugar.”
“Now that you mention it I could go for a cup of coffee.”
They entered the mess and made a beeline for the dispenser machines. One of the cooks called out to them, “Hey you two we do cook here you know that right?” David laughed, “The day you figure out how to turn sugar into turkey and mashed potatoes call me.” He pressed a button for a jelly donut while Carter grabbed some black coffee. Taking a large bite of his donut he pressed a button for an éclair and signaled for Carter to get him some java as well.
They switched off the others snack and David said, “Let’s sit.”
They moved over to the tables. On the way they passed a TV displaying the news, “….blast that left at least twenty dead with the total count expected to rise as police continue their search…” Carter paused, watching the screen. With a mouth full of jelly donut David asked another agent who was diverting his attention between the TV and a large salad, “What’s up?” He nodded to the TV.
“Fire on Stockholm, crack house slash gang warehouse went up. Took a meth lab with it, there was one next door too. They caught the explosion on film, pretty cool, took out three buildings. Lucky it was on Stockholm, not only was no one hurt but the firefighters hesitated to go in, if they hadn’t they might have been caught in the blast.”
“The news said twenty dead.” Carter reminded him. Taking a bite of salad the agent said,
“More likely thirty,” he swallowed, “But they were crack heads and gang bangers. Pardon me if I manage not to cry.” He turned his full attention to his salad now.
Carter and David walked away, “Prick,” stated Carter, loudly enough that her voice would reach the salad eater.
“Thirty people…damn, that’s different.”
“Well you said you wanted things to be interesting. Stockholm is Black Clouds turf, had to be the Cortas, the Clouds are going to retaliate.”
“Well it’s about time, it’s been what? Ten months since our last gang war?”
“Plenty of work for us, these kinds of things always bring out our little playmates.”
David muttered under his breath.
“Well you wanted things to be more interesting, you’d think that seeing all we’ve seen you’d know to be careful what you wish for.”
“Oh ha ha.”