I jumped down out of my window on the second floor of my house, landing softly and silently on the rain wet grass. I was dressed in a pair of black shorts and a black long-sleeved shirt. My knife was strapped to my leg in a thigh holster and another was hidden in the depths of my knee high boots that didn’t possess a heel. I had a large sword sheathed on my back. My bag full of other weapons and goodies was laying innocently over it.
“Are you ready, Jay?” my brother in arms and best friend, Sage, asked, casting off his darkness glamour.
“Yeah,” I nodded, taking off an elastic band from my wrist and tying back my red hair into a tight bun. “Remember, we have school tomorrow so we have to be back by five so I can finish that math assignment.”
“Same,” Sage nodded. “Don’t worry. It’s not an intelligence mission. It’s just a simple kill, call clean-up crew, and run thing.”
“Who’s the target?” I asked, shifting my bag.
“Werewolf,” he pulled out a picture and handed it to me. “He killed a girl in New York and now he’s here in Florida. It’s an official assassination. You know the usual particulars. Don’t leave any evidence, don’t let any humans see you, the works. Normal secrecy stuff that you probably have down by heart.”
“Where’s his lair? Is he a loner?” I asked taking the picture from Sage.
“Loner,” he answered. “He’s taking residence in the abandoned shopping district. Off of Nokomis Ave.”
I called on my power to see in the dark so I could examine the picture. Didn’t want to kill the wrong guy. The werewolf was attractive in a beast-like way. He had amber eyes peaking out from behind a mass of shaggy black hair that reached to his shoulders. His teeth were in order, only a hint of sharpness and he seemed to be laughing at something. His clothing was nicely kept. A blue shirt and a pair of black jeans. He looked normal for the most part. He didn’t look like someone who would kill someone else. Then again, the guilty rarely did. Except vampires. Vampires pulled off the “murderer vibe” pretty well.
“Alright,” I gave the picture back to Sage. “We leave now or do we have something else to do tonight?”
“Nope, just that, by the end of the week, we need to be all rested up because Sunday’s assignments are always tough,” Sage took the picture back and shoved it in his pocket. He wasn’t the neatest of people, I thought to myself disapprovingly.
I nodded tersely at him, “Lead the way. Are we running? Or do we have a ride?”
“We’re running,” Sage rolled his shoulders back and cracked his neck. “I hate vehicles. You know that.”
“Yeah, just wondering,” I rolled my eyes.
I didn’t know what Sage’s problem was with vehicles and electronics. He just didn’t like them. He wouldn’t even use a computer if he didn’t have to check his e-mail for when he got orders from Heaven. When I first heard that Heaven used an e-mail system, I was surprised. So guess how surprised I was when I got a text message from them when Sage was out of commission.
Sage started out at a relatively easy trot. Humans would have to run flat out to keep up with our easy jog. Well, maybe not Olympic runners but normal humans who didn’t run for a living had to run at breakneck pace to keep up with us.
It was all our added power from Heaven. Super strength, super speed, fast reflexes, advanced knowledge, the Holy Touch, and whatever special gifts you had when you were human were amplified. I, myself had brought my way with animals. I could now talk with them in my head. Sage brought over his pheromones. Only they didn’t work on fellow Angels. Just humans. Angels were immune to each other’s gifts.
We soon broke out into a run. We ran fast enough that a car going twenty five would be about what we would range our speed to. And we could run about the same amount of time too. Unfortunately our speed wouldn’t be of much use that night because werewolves were just as fast.
When we reached where the werewolf was residing, we stopped and let our senses take over. I sniffed the air and frowned. I didn’t smell werewolf. I smelled corpse. My nose wrinkled.
“Sage,” I whispered in a sing-song voice. “I smell death.”
He nodded once, tersely. He took my goodie bag and rummaged through it until he came out with a stick of wood. He whispered a prayer and it elongated into a large, smooth, sturdy staff that wouldn’t break if cut through. I drew my sword.
We crept inside silently, through a window. I wielded my broadsword with one hand and Sage with his staff. We followed the stench of rotting flesh and we stopped just outside a closed door. The smell was coming from inside. I sniffed and couldn’t smell anything more. Sage nodded to me and slowly opened the door.
“Well, I suppose all we have to do is call the clean up crew,” Sage sighed and looked at the bundle of rags. “From this smell, he’s been dead for a few days.”
“Yes,” I nodded and walked up to pile.
I used my sword to sift through the pile to find the dead werewolf and found rotting meat instead. I frowned. No body. I told Sage that.
“What?” he asked sharply and bounded quickly to my side.
We both went back to work, tossing aside the scraps of cloth and bits of raw, rotting steak and pork. This wasn’t right.
“Trap,” I frowned. “This meat has been rotting for days.”
“Find the wolf,” Sage straightened and scanned the area. He said a prayer to drop all glamours in a mile radius.
I focused on a shimmering corner, “There.”
The corner manifested into a figure. The figure of a person. I ran over to where the person crouched and paused. It was our werewolf, alright. Still wearing the same clothing as in the picture. Only it was stained. It stank of sweat and blood.
“What are you waiting for, Jaycen?” Sage called back to me impatiently. “You know our orders. Kill him so we can call clean-up and go back home.”
I shook my head no and knelt in front of the target. Something wasn’t right. He looked too frightened. Most Otherworld murderers were thingyy and brass. They didn’t hide. And werewolves couldn’t use glamour. Only fae, vampires, angels, and witches. Those who could manipulate magic. Werewolves were only a product of them.
“What’s your name?” I asked softly, slipping my sword back into its’ sheath. “I’m Jaycen.”
“Kade,” he whimpered. “Don’t hurt me. Please. I didn’t do anything wrong.”
“You killed a human when your residence was in New York. Fairy witness. And fairies cannot lie,” Sage growled.
“Stop, you’ll scare him,” I pushed Sage away. “Let me handle this. Something isn’t right.”
“We’re not investigators, Jay. What does it matter?” Sage sighed but backed off. He knew I wouldn’t stop until my bad feeling went away.
“Did you kill a girl in New York?” I asked softly.
“No,” he moaned. “He wore my clothes and put on a glamour. He killed her. She was my sister.”
“Okay, Kade,” I reassured him. “You’re going to have to come with us and testify and Heaven will decide what will be done. But, as long as you didn’t kill anyone, you’ll be fine.”
“Thank you,” he whispered.
“For what?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Letting me live,” he said bluntly, standing up. I offered my arm as a support and he looked at me, more gratitude in his eyes. It was making me uncomfortable. I was a killer, one of Heaven’s assassins. I didn’t like gratitude. Besides, if he was guilty later, he would be harder to kill.
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