Repercussion: The Clandestine Saga Book 3 E-Book

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• Herausgeber: ID Johnson
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2019

Beschreibung

Life is made up of choices. Sometimes the wrong ones will get you killed....
Killing her ex-boyfriend Jack wasn't Cadence Findley's decision, but she'd done it just the same. Heartbroken over losing him and struggling to comprehend her break up with the only other man she's ever loved, Cadence Findley has made the difficult choice to leave her team of Vampire Hunters and strike out on her own.
As she seeks out and destroys some of the most villainous bloodsuckers in existence, she proves she is a force to be reckoned with. She's just begun to adjust to this new life, even finding herself tempted by love again, when a call from her former team changes everything.
A band of renegade Vampire Hunters requests assistance in tracking down the one Cadence holds responsible for Jack's death. However, the hunt goes terribly wrong, and her team of Vampire Hunters becomes the prey. In the aftermath, Cadence realizes she's not only lost one of her best friends, her team is in shambles, and she's faced with a reality where there is no Guardian Leader.
Can Cadence overcome insurmountable odds and pull her team back together in order to avenge the death of her friend? 
The Clandestine Saga follows the story of Cadence Findley, Vampire Hunter extraordinaire, as she embarks on a quest to rid the world of Vampires. She is part of an elite team of Hunters and Guardians know as LIGHTS whose sole purpose is to protect humans from the creatures that lurk in the shadows.

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Repercussion

The Clandestine Saga Book 3

ID Johnson

Copyright © 2015 by ID Johnson

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This book is dedicated to the memory of Kale Ryan Walters. I wish I could do more to bring you back than just name a character after you.

Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Note from the Author

Chapter 1

It was a long way down. Glancing past the sheer drop off, she saw the rippling tide smashing against the sharp rocks at least forty feet beneath where she stood. She peered through the darkness using night vision to calculate exactly where she needed to land in order to clear as many of the jagged shards sticking out of the frothy sea where it crested against the shoreline. Noises behind her alerted her that her time was up. Without another thought, she hurled herself out into the darkness, praying that her calculations were correct. In an instant, the frigid water cut through her, but not as deeply as the sharp rock she’d caught with her shin just before the water engulfed her. It took her only a moment to push the pain out of her mind and return her focus on the task at hand, and less than a second later, she heard the splash she had been anticipating.

Immediately, Cadence emerged from the water, forcing herself up and over to the location where the second ripple of waves still undulated out from the point of impact. She had never attempted to decapitate a Vampire in the water before; this would be a first. But she was confident in her ability to do so.

The creature in question was not about to make it easy on the Hunter either. Cadence was extremely quick, and she reached her target in a matter of seconds, before the Vampire could even come up for air. She immediately grabbed ahold of the eloquent neck of the ancient Russian Vampire queen. Unlike many of the beasts her team pursued, this one was not the ghastly sort at all. In fact, she was nothing if not resplendent. When Cadence and her teammates, Aurora and Meagan, had initially spotted Sobieski in her mansion atop the cliff, all of them had gasped, taking in her beauty. Alabaster skin gleamed in the dim light, long black hair pulled straight back into a bun, a flowing white dress, with only the crimson flow from her lips and her pitch black eyes alerting them to her true identity.

They had been called to Boothsbay, Maine, by a local team that had idly stood by as Sobi tormented the locals for hundreds of years. Though other members of the LIGHTS team, the allegiance of Vampire Hunters and Guardians, had attempted to take Sobi out from time to time, no one had ever been remotely successful. However, when word of Cadence’s domination against similar beings reached the area, they requested her services. And she had gladly accepted the challenge.

Upon entering the three-story mansion, the girls had immediately been engaged in combat with Sobi’s henchmen, and it had taken quite some time for them to fight their way to the ancient Russian queen. Once they had done so, it became quite evident that there was only one way they were going to be able to take her out once and for all—trap her against the precipice, force her to jump, and anticipate her decision almost instantaneously, so that when she realized she would not be alone in the water, it would be too late.

Cadence’s plan was working so far—until she reached Sobi in the churning waves, and her razor-sharp claws made contact with Cadence’s face. She shoved the monster back under the water, feeling the blood pouring from her cheeks. Sobi was in a rage now, attempting to get away. She couldn’t drown—only a silver bullet to the heart or a beheading could end her—but she was not pleased at being cornered, and Cadence wasn’t sure how much longer she could contain her.

Cadence was attempting to drag Sobi back towards the shore so that she could find some sort of sure footing to get the leverage she needed in order to wrench her head from her neck, but each time she pulled her into the shore, using the crashing waves to her benefit, Sobi would find a way to rip her back out to the sea. Eventually, Cadence heard her teammates behind her. Aurora and Meagan were in the water expeditiously, and it only took a few minutes for them to reach Cadence’s location. “Aurora, grab her left arm,” Cadence commanded.

The tall red-head did as she was told, and Cadence continued. “I’ve got her right arm, Meagan. You’re going to have to take her head off,” she instructed.

Sobi was screaming now, attempting to use her fangs to injure the Hunters. She was flailing, and Cadence threw her own legs around the bottom half of the Vampire in an attempt to hold her still.

Meagan hesitated but only for a moment. She had never beheaded a Vampire before. With a deep breath, she reached forward, took hold of the sides of Sobi’s face, careful to avoid her teeth, and twisted. Cadence cranked her trunk around in the opposite direction at the same time, and a few seconds later, there was a sickening cracking sound as Meagan pulled the ligaments free, snapping Sobi’s head from her body.

Even in the pale moonlight, they could see a small stream of blood start to trickle from the veins in Sobi’s neck. It wasn’t her own blood, however, as Vampires didn’t have any; it was the blood of her most recent victim, the small child she had been feasting on when the team had burst through her door. Also, unlike other Vampires, Sobi did not let out a horrific scream. Instead, she was completely silent, her black eyes shut tight, her red lips pursed. Even the tight black bun on the back of her head was still in pristine condition as her body slowly began to turn to ash, followed shortly by that exquisite face.

Exiting the ocean without injury from the rocks was not as easy as they had hoped, and by the time they extracted themselves from the furious tide, they had plenty of cuts and gashes to count as battle scars. Unlike their nemeses, Vampire Hunters did bleed, and surveying each other, it was evident they had fully earned the kill that night.

“Way to go, Meagy,” Cadence said, grasping her friend’s hand in a congratulatory shake. “You were awesome.”

“Thank you,” Meagan replied, beaming despite the pain as she dropped down in the small patch of sand between the rocks and the side of the cliff. “Thanks for letting me take the kill.”

“Sure thing,” Cadence replied, finding a rock to perch on that wasn’t quite as sharp as the others. “You were awesome, too, Aurora,” she added patting her other friend on the arm.

“Thanks. Awesome team effort,” she replied, still not fully able to breathe.

“If only Jamie were here to heal us,” Cadence murmured.

“No Guardians this time, no Healers. We operate alone,” Meagan reminded her.

“Yep, alone,” Cadence agreed. “Just how I like it.”

Aurora laughed. “Come on. Who knows. Maybe the next team who needs our services won’t be a bunch of chicken shits and they’ll want to work with us.”

“Maybe,” Cadence considered. “But I think the three of us make a pretty good team without anyone else.”

“Agreed,” Meagan said. “Let’s get out of here before we’re swept out to sea”

“All right,” Cadence replied, pulling herself to her feet, ignoring the sting from the cuts on her leg. “On to the next, ladies. On to the next.”

The pain in Laura Comer's right eye was excruciating. Despite the fact that she had been taking prescription strength numbing drops for the last few weeks in a failed attempt to somehow deaden the incessant stinging, it still felt like a sharp object was wedged in the back of her eyeball. Blinking seemed to send a razor blade deep into recesses of her vitreous. Regardless of the fact that Cowboy Sam had assured her that his own eye had healed within a week, she was now convinced that the only way to stop the pain was to have her eyeball removed. She was considering just such a move, drastic as it may seem, and contemplating why she had ever allowed some backwoods Guardian to remove it. At least, without her IAC, or Intelligence Assistance Communicator, a small computer that was implanted into each Guardian or Hunters’ eye, Aaron, the Guardian Leader, could no longer track her movements. She was now free to begin an unauthorized pursuit of her own.

She had been operating with Cowboy Sam and his team for almost a month now. While they had initially considered tracking down Cadence first, as she had recently set out on her own and might be the easiest to locate, the team of renegades had been hesitant to try it with their IACs still in place. It had been easier to focus on tracking Giovani, whom all of them had reasons to want to eliminate as well. It was the Rogue Vampire who had initiated all of her problems in the first place, so she didn't mind focusing there. Sam had agreed; Giovani had recently murdered the old-timer's niece and her family in their suburban Dallas home. While each of them had their reasons to hate Cadence, Giovani, Aaron, and the whole LIGHTS team, they knew they needed to make smart decisions, to be calculating and act decisively. If they were patient, everything would come together eventually.

They had been tracking Giovani for a couple of weeks when he seemed to suddenly fall off the face of the Earth. He knew they were tracking him; that seemed evident by his sporadic movement. He had hopped from Tucson to Mexico City, to Rio, to Lima. Then one day, the trail grew cold. Of course, there weren't a lot of Hunters or Guardians who were willing to help the band of renegades either, which made it a lot harder to pick up on clues or other information to let them know where Giovani was located. Sam had worked with Finn and Camilla for years. The hippy and the quiet African American woman were loyal to Sam above else. However, they had also recently had their IACs removed. Without that piece, it was not possible to pick up on chatter that may lead them closer to their mark. Out of desperation, they finally determined to find a Hunter who would be willing to help them without letting his or her loyalty be known to the LIGHTS team. That mission had led them to a small town of Elloree, South Carolina.

Laura sat on the couch in the home of Sharon O'Braonain hoping that the extreme pain in her eye wasn't apparent on her face. She had no idea why the others didn't seem to have the same reaction to having the IAC removed that she was having, but she was jealous of their composure as they listened to Sharon tell her tale.

She was a tiny thing, not more than four-foot-ten at most. She looked to be in her sixties, but Laura knew she had to be well over one hundred. While both Hunters and Guardians continued to age after they Transformed, Hunters aged much more rapidly than Guardians. Eventually, Hunters would die of old age, if not at the hand of a Vampire, while Guardians would live forever, so long as a Hunter didn't end them. Sharon was a Hunter, so eventually, she would expire. For now, she sat in a recliner across from Laura and Sam explaining her reasons for potentially helping them and her reservations for doing so. Finn and Camilla were elsewhere. They had decided not to overwhelm their potential lifeline.

"My father knew him well. They were best of friends," she was saying. "They had a falling out many, many years ago. I'm not exactly sure what it was about. But Daddy never spoke his name again. Never. My daddy decided to operate as a free agent, and I did for much of my career as well, though there was a time I was a member of the team based out of Miami. But that was before Aaron took over. That was back when Jordon Findley was the Guardian Leader. Now, him, I liked. Him I respected. Even though I have no idea what the beef was with my dad and Aaron, I never could get on board with him, you see?"

"Yes, we do," Sam agreed. They had decided he should do much of the talking. She would most likely relate better to him. After all, they were practically contemporaries, Sam being over one hundred years old himself. "We're not asking much, now," he went on. "We just want you to give us a call if you hear anything interesting on the IAC. We are trying to track down this Rogue Vampire, Giovani, like we said. And we are trying to avoid LIGHTS. It's not that we wish them any harm," he offered, "we just don't want them interfering."

Sharon stared down at the afghan she had thrown across her lap and smoothed the fringe, her face indicating she was contemplating the proposal. "I suppose I can do that," she finally agreed "I can listen in on the IAC and then give you a call if I hear anything that may of be value to you. That seems harmless enough."

Sam smiled, a look of relief and gratitude spreading across his rugged face, his gray moustache turning up at the corners. "Well, that's right kind of you, Ms. Sharon," he said, extending his hand and taking her frailer one in his. "Thank you. Thank you so much."

"Sure," she replied, shrugging her narrow shoulders. "What can it hurt?"

Laura pushed past the pain and dug in her purse to find the iPhone they had purchased for Sharon to use. "Here's a phone you can use to call us directly. Do you know how to use this?"

Sharon smiled. "I might be old, but I'm not stupid. Of course, I know how to use an iPhone."

"Perfect," Sam said, still smiling. "If you hear anything about a Rogue that could potentially be our guy, give us a call. Also, if you hear anything about Aaron and his team or Cadence Findley tracking us down, you'll need to let us know so that we can take precautions. In fact, any information you can provide about their movements would be greatly appreciated. Sound good?"

"Will do," Sharon said. It would be nice to contribute to Vampire Hunting again. She had been retired for years, had no family close by, and spent a lot of time alone. Now, at least she would have someone to chat with. "Hope you get him real soon," she added.

"Me, too," Laura said, though she wasn't necessarily thinking of the same person Sharon was. "We have another favor to ask, if you don't mind."

Sharon's eyebrows went up. "What would that be?"

Laura exchanged glances with Sam, and he began to explain. "We have found that it might be in our best interest to let Aaron and the LIGHTS team know, from time to time, what we are doing--give them bits of information. But now, we can't communicate with them ourselves. We've enlisted a few Hunters and Guardians to help with this. Would you be willing to pass on information once in a while, without letting them know we are the source?"

"Oh, I don't know..." Sharon began. "I don't think I'd be up to contacting him directly."

"No need for that," Laura assured her. "There are other Guardians you can communicate with. We'll provide you with a list of contacts you can talk to who will hand your information on in turn, without revealing you are the initial source."

After a few moments of thought, Sharon said, "All right. I guess I can do that, too."

"Wonderful," Laura said. Not only would she be a lifeline for them, she would also serve as one more voice to confuse the chatter, one more noise to filter, one more notch in their belts.

Four months later…

"I really love this song," Aurora shouted over the blaring bass line and reverberating beat of the drums. "What's the name of this band?"

"The City," Meagan replied, her hands over her ears. "I like them, too, but it's way too loud in here. They need to turn the stereo down. How in the world are we supposed to carry on a conversation over this racket?"

Cadence Findley smirked at her friends. Over the last few months, she had been on dozens of missions with these two, taken out well over thirty Vampires, and had plenty of adventures under her belt. Now, they were in Reno getting ready to meet with the leader of the local branch of LIGHTS (The Lincoln International Guardian and Hunter Training Station) about a problematic group of Vampires he was hopeful they could help with. Despite Cadence's agreement that this was a great song, the volume was up way too loud, and any kind of meaningful conversation was going to have to take place outside of The Risky Business and their apparent need to shake the pink neon light fixtures off of the walls.

"When Dr. Ryan gets here, we can ask him if there's a better place to talk nearby," Cadence agreed. "But, bear in mind, Meagan, my dear, you're the one who picked this location."

Meagan tossed her long dark-brown hair over her shoulder and took on a bit of a pouty expression. "That's only because I had heard such awesome things about this club. I had no idea it was designed to push people straight to Starkey!"

Cadence laughed, only getting the hearing aid joke because her now deceased ex-boyfriend Jack's grandfather had used one of their more compact models. "At least we can talk through our IACs if we have to," Cadence reminded them, utilizing the computer they each had implanted in their eyes. The Intelligence Assistance Communicator was a microscopic device that allowed them to send messages directly to each other's minds without speaking. They were also able to use it to gain visuals, which were especially crucial while battling their fanged nemeses. There were some other features, such as a newsfeed that kept them up to date on what was happening globally and the ability to record, pull up Internet data, and utilize night vision.

"Are you kidding?" Meagan shouted, ignoring Cadence's remark. "This music is so loud, I think mine has shaken itself loose!"

Aurora was in mid-sip when Meagan's comment hit her, and she spewed watermelon vodka across the table, hitting her friend directly in the face. "Oh, no!" the red-head shouted, grabbing a cocktail napkin and starting to dab at Meagan's eyes. "I'm so sorry! It's just--they're practically welded in, you know. Nothing's getting these suckers out...."

Meagan's expression was one of pure horror, similar to those Cadence had seen her make while in the throes of hand-to-hand combat. "Are you kidding me?"" Meagan asked, not even wiping the drink off, her hands flailed open. "We are minutes from meeting Dr. Cale Ryan, one of the hottest Guardians on the face of the planet, and I have a frou frou drink all over my freaking face!"

"Wipe it off!" Cadence exclaimed, swiping at Meagan's pretty face a little more sharply than Aurora. "It's not like you aren't wearing a pink shirt," she added. "I think you'll live."

Meagan shoved the helping hands away, the look of dismay on her face. "Cadence Tallulah Findley..." she began, adding in a middle name when she really had no idea what was correct, "you've never seen Dr. Cale Ryan. You cannot stand there and say it's no big deal. Do you have any idea what your eyes are about to behold? This guy makes what's his face look like a... a... okay, well, Aaron's hot, too, so like a different hot guy... but still... just you wait."

Snickering, Cadence crossed her arms and shook her head, her long brown waves flickering back and forth. One of the reasons she was so drawn to Meagan in the first place was because they had so very little in common. Meagan had taken a while to learn the skills associated with being a Vampire Hunter while Cadence had come by it very naturally. Meagan was overly focused on looks, guys, that sort of thing, while Cadence really didn't pay too much attention. Her friend was a little ditzy and needed a lot of direction, whereas Cadence was extremely intelligent and intuitive. Nevertheless, Meagan was now one of her best friends and she was very glad she had invited her on this adventure. "All right, Meagy. I'm sorry. Aurora didn't mean to spew her drink at you. Now, where is this guy? Isn't he late?" she asked checking the time on her IAC.

Meagan didn't answer, however. Her mouth was hanging open and she was staring off in the distance over Aurora's shoulder. Cadence glanced in the general direction to see a tall blond, muscular man in a light colored suit crossing toward them. His eyes were a pale blue and a smile crinkled around them in such a way that the crowd of people naturally parted in front of him, turning to gaze upon him in awe and wonder. "Is that...?" Cadence began.

"Uh huh," Meagan replied, still not closing her mouth.

Just then, he reached their table, and stepping between Cadence and Aurora, he gently placed his hand on the red-head's back, his other hand resting softly on Cadence's upper arm, and said, "Cadence, Aurora, Meagan, I'm so sorry we're a bit late. I hope you haven't been waiting too long."

Cadence felt her knees weaken a little at the sound of his voice and his touch. He had what sounded like a British accent, something she had not been expecting. She had always been partial to men with accents. Shaking her head, trying to clear her thoughts, she said, "Oh, no. It's... fine. We having a drink. Are. We are... just having a drink." She closed her eyes tightly, feeling like an idiot, shook her head again, and then met those pale blue eyes, hoping he wasn't laughing at her inability to formulate a complete sentence.

"Oh, good," he said, as if he didn't notice her lack of syntax. Just then, Cadence realized he wasn't alone. "These are my teammates Nick and Phoebe." A tall, thin man who looked to be in his mid-twenties stepped forward, offering his hand to each of the girls. His dark hair was slicked back oddly, but he had a friendly smile. Phoebe was just a bit shorter than Cadence and had long dark hair, which was swept back in a tight ponytail. She also had a welcoming smile and waved at them without offering her hand.

After the introductions, the doctor continued. "It's really loud in here. What would you ladies think about going across the street to the diner? We can usually find a spot in there to talk discreetly enough or use our IACs without them shaking loose if necessary."

Cadence caught Meagan's eye at the last remark, and she had the expression of "I told you so" on several counts. "Sounds good," she replied, hoping the night air might actually help clear her mind a bit, too. Dr. Ryan's reputation had preceded him and was very accurate, indeed.

Seated in a large booth in a relatively quiet diner, Cadence could still feel her ears ringing. Meagan was physically rubbing her temples, while trying not to ogle the good doctor too noticeably. She couldn't help but snicker at her friend next to her. Only Meagan could try to make a migraine look sexy.

"Basically, the reason we wanted to meet with you," the Guardian doctor was explaining while waiting for the waitress to arrive and take their order, his voice hushed, just in case the other four or five patrons cared to eavesdrop, "is to get your take--possibly your assistance-- regarding a band of marauding Rogues we can't seem to get a good handle on."

Just then, the perky little waitress bounced over and took their orders. Everyone had some version of coffee and nothing else, which should have been easy enough to remember, but she wrote it all down, and then bounded back to the counter. Cadence was a bit thankful for the interruption because it gave her a moment to think. Perhaps this time her thoughts would come out more articulately. "That's our area of specialty," she said, an air of confidence in her voice.

"So we've heard," he replied, that smile creeping back at the corners of his eyes. "We really appreciate the time you've taken to come here to assist us."

"It's no problem," Aurora chimed in, a shy smile on her face. She, too, seemed to be slightly in awe of the doctor. Aurora was more a tomboy than the other two, but she also seemed to appreciate a well-built man. "We've covered most of the country in the last four months," she added.

"I hear you were the ones responsible for taking out Sobi in Maine," Nick remarked, a tone of amazement in his voice.

"We did!" Meagan admitted. "That was the toughest kill I've ever been a part of, but we got it done. Sobi, had been terrorizing regions of the northwest for centuries. She didn’t go down easily. It took everything we had to finally destroy her. In the end, I was the one who ripped the head right off of her eloquent neck. Even after that, she was still pristinely beautiful.” Meagan reminisced. “Cadence and Aurora kept her claws and fangs in check while I ended her.”

Hearing Meagan talk reminded Cadence of her personal battle with the legendary Barbarosa. She was happy to let Meagan have the kill this time, however. Nevertheless, thinking of Barbarosa drew Cadence mentally away from the conversation momentarily. Her mind wondered to the Guardians who worked out of the primary LIGHTS office, located in Kansas City. She had been part of that team when she took Barbarosa down. Kansas City was the headquarters for the entire network of Guardians and Hunters who were operating across the globe. It wasn't until Cadence had gone off on her own that she found out LIGHTS actually had regions, with leaders and teams operating only in those jurisdictions. She had been a Vampire Hunter for almost eight months now and still felt like she knew very little. She had a few friends at the Kansas City office, and it was often difficult to keep her mind on the present whenever a reference was made to one of them. She had been with her good friend Elliott the night Barbarosa had gone down. Her thoughts were on him when she realized that Dr. Ryan was addressing her specifically.

"Have you handled anything like that before?" she heard him say. He smiled at her, clearly realizing she hadn't caught the first part of the sentence before he repeated himself. "A large warehouse... with lots of containers and other areas to hide."

"Oh," Cadence exclaimed. "We have...." Just then, the waitress reappeared, not quite so energetic with a full tray off coffees balanced on her hand. She handed them around, checked to see if anyone needed anything else, and then promised to be back to check on them before recapturing her pep and traipsing away.

Once she was gone, Cadence recovered her train of thought. "We did a warehouse job with the Denver team a few weeks ago. It wasn't a large warehouse, but it was fairly good sized. We took out, what, eight?" She looked at her teammates, who were nodding before she continued. "Yeah, we took out about eight Vampires there. And you have how many?"

"Only five," Dr. Ryan began, sipping his coffee. "But these are some badass goons, I'm telling you," he clarified. "I mean, I don't know anything about what you encountered in Denver, but these ghouls will take the head off of a child and not blink twice."

Cadence's forehead crinkled. She had the feeling he wasn't speaking metaphorically. "And why do you think you need to get them on their own turf and not when they are out and about?" she asked. She wasn't a huge coffee fan, usually preferring hot chocolate, but it was June, and even though they were both hot beverages, the latter wasn't as acceptable, for some reason. So, she took a quick sip of the hot, bitter beverage and tried not to make a face as she sat the cup back down.

Dr. Ryan must have noticed her expression because she saw a flicker of a smile before he answered her question. "We've tried that a couple of times before, but they tend to want to start taking out innocent by-standers. We've seen them mow down cars, shoot in crowds of people, even throw individuals down escalators at us."

Once again, Nick and Phoebe were nodding their heads in agreement. Cadence shook her head in disbelief. "Sounds like some extremely misinformed offspring," she commented, wondering which Vampire would create a host of children and not let them in on the rules.

"Well, that's the thing," Dr. Ryan said, meeting her gaze, leaning in across the table, his hands cupping the standard issue white diner cup. "These fellows all came from the same place. One Rogue Vampire very well-known for creating minions who will go out and destroy, completely unaware of the consequences."

Cadence was confused for only a second before she realized she knew precisely who the doctor was referring to. "Giovani," she muttered, her eyes locking on a spot on the white laminate table where a wayward drop of coffee was slowly forming a brown stain.

"Precisely," he replied. "So you know, they haven't been properly warned of the rules, or the consequences of their actions, and they have no intention of trusting or listening to us at this point. They are programmed to kill, and they don't care about the ramifications."

There was a very clear set of guidelines that all three members of the Clandestine Ternion--Hunters, Guardians, and Vampires--must follow in order to co-exist among humans without them ever knowing of their existence. One of these rules was that new Vampires must report to LIGHTS to be tagged with a tracker and given clear instructions about whom they could and could not feed off of. If it worked the way it was designed to, the Vampires would actually benefit society in some ways. They were allowed to feed on criminals, citizens who were deemed harmful to the rest of society. They were not allowed to interact with or feed off of Innocents--humans who had committed no heinous crimes. It was up to the Guardian Leader to determine when a Vampire had broken this rule and change their status to Rogue, which meant Hunters had the right to pursue them at all costs. The Guardians were there to protect the Hunters from the Vampires. While a Vampire could kill a Hunter, they could not kill a Guardian. It was a physical impossibility. Likewise, a Guardian could not kill a Hunter. A Hunter could, however, kill a Guardian, so they had to operate with extreme caution. Until recently, a Hunter was also incapable of killing another Hunter. Cadence had been in a recent incident that seemed to prove that was no longer the case.

"Giovani needs to be stopped," Aurora was saying, shaking her head and causing her red locks to dance around her broad shoulders.

"While I agree with that," Cadence replied, "we haven't heard much of anything out of him for almost four months. Until he reappears on someone's radar, we've got other concerns. And it sounds like these five gems are next on our list."

Aurora nodded in agreement, and Cadence silently wondered how she got to be the boss. It had sort of just happened. Aaron, the Guardian Leader, had always told her it just came naturally to her. Maybe he was right. Her mind started to drift off again at the thought of him, so she met Dr. Ryan's pale blue eyes, a stark contrast to the piercing blue ones she had been staring into a few months ago, and asked, "What would you like us to do for you first, Dr. Ryan?"

"Please, call me Cale," he replied. "I guess I'd like it if you could accompany us to the location tomorrow night. We're certain they won't be there if we go around midnight. They will likely be out wreaking havoc on our city at that point. It might give you an indication of what we are up against. Then, if you have some ideas, we could figure out a time to catch them when they are actually there--possibly the next morning--and try to orchestrate a hit."

Cadence nodded as she listened, trying to weigh his suggestion. She thought it was probably unnecessary to visit the location ahead of time. She came from a long line of Hunters and Guardians, and her DNA was highly saturated with the coding it took to be effective at her job. She was very confident she could go in and take this group out fairly quickly, despite the doctor--Cale's--warning that they were some tough guys. Nevertheless, she was willing to give his way a try. "All right, Dr. Ryan... uh... Cale," she agreed. "Let's do that. Give us the address and we'll meet you there tomorrow night."

"Sounds like a plan," Cale said, smiling. "I'm so glad we have you three on our team," he added.

"We're happy to be here," Meagan smiled.

"Now, who's ready to go back to the club and dance?" Aurora asked. Meagan groaned and reached around Cadence, giving her a shove. "What? The night is young!"

"Not me," Cadence replied. "I need to get back to the hotel. I've got a call to make." They said their goodbyes, and Cadence absently crossed back to where they had left their motorcycles, Aurora and Meagan chatting behind her. Her thoughts were solely locked in the past, and she suddenly felt extremely homesick. The sooner she was by herself, the quicker she could hear the voice she longed to hear.

"That's it, I was right! It is rutile!" Christian exclaimed, paper in hand, bursting into Aaron's office. Elliott glanced over his shoulder, a puzzled expression on his face as he paused midsentence to see what their lead tech person was so excited about.

Aaron looked a little less confused but still needed some clarification. "Christian, come on in," he said sarcastically. "I take it you got your report back from Dr. Patrick then?" He sat behind his imposing oak desk, peering at his teammate with an intense blue stare.

"Yes! It only took four months for the renowned scientist to squeeze it in, but nevertheless, here it is! The bullet was an amalgamate of titanium extracted from rutile." Dr. Ernest Patrick was a Guardian who had been an extremely successful chemist before his Transformation. Often, if one was particularly good in one area before they Transformed, those skills would be amplified once the change process was complete. That was the case with Dr. Patrick, who happened to work out of Edinburgh. "Dr. Patrick was able to trace these specific deposits back to a mine in Sierra Leone. So, if we can pinpoint who would have had access to that mine, then we'll know who made the bullet. And if we can figure out who made the bullet, then maybe we can determine how they knew titanium could allow a Hunter to take out another Hunter and why they would want to create such a weapon."

"Oh, that sounds simple enough," Elliott replied, rolling his eyes. "Since there's no reason to suspect that it was a Hunter or a Guardian who formulated the magic bullet, we'll just interview all of the people in Sierra Leone. That can't be more than, what, a couple million people..."

"Actually, the population of Sierra Leone is roughly six million people," Christian interjected.

"Oh well, then..."

"I know who it is..."

"That should be no problem at all. Just six million people give or take..."

"I said, I know who it is!" Aaron repeated.

It registered the second time. "Of course, you do," Elliott said, shaking his head in disbelief. Aaron always seemed to know everything. He wasn't quite sure how his best friend was always five steps ahead of everyone else.

"What? You do?" Christian asked, clearly more shocked then Elliott.

Aaron was temporarily distracted as he pulled up information on the IAC which he promptly shared with the two team members that were present. "Yes," he finally replied. "I should have known from the beginning. Laura's uncle, Kenny Comer. He works for the Titanium Resource Group. He's one of their leading scientists. He must have been working on this for her for years."

"But why?" Elliott interjected, pulling his hefty body up in the chair. "How could Laura of known years ago that she might need to take out another Hunter?"

"I don't think that's what she meant to do," Aaron admitted. For months, he had wondered if Laura was actually trying to kill Cadence when she had shot her in a failed attempt to destroy Giovani. The Vampire had been using Cadence as a shield. Laura had taken it upon herself to attempt to shoot Giovani despite the barrier, and the wound had almost killed Cadence, something that should have been impossible. Anytime a Hunter shot another Hunter the bullet should bounce clean. This time, the bullet lodged in Cadence's shoulder, and it had taken emergency surgery and the expert skills of the team's Healer, Jaime, to save her life.

"What do you mean that's not what she meant to do?" Elliott asked, the skepticism clear in his voice. "I watched it happen, Aaron. She meant to shoot Cadence."

"No, that's not what I meant," the Leader attempted to explain. "Maybe she really didn't think that the bullet would affect Cadence."

"Then why would she need a special bullet?" Christian asked, still standing though there was an empty chair in front of him.

"I'm not sure," Aaron replied shaking his head. "Maybe she thought the bullet would affect Giovani differently. Maybe she just wanted a stronger bullet. I don't know." He paused to think. "You said it was an amalgamate. It still had some silver in it, then?"

"Yes," Christian confirmed, glancing down at the paper.

"Maybe she just thought the titanium would make it stronger for some reason. It still doesn't explain how it could allow a Hunter to kill another Hunter," he reminded them.

"True," Christian agreed. "But titanium is an element. So, it's possible it has different effects than other elements, such as silver."

"Which means we could potentially be looking at any number of elements reacting differently when fired out of a weapon. Awesome! Hope no one decides to lace a bullet with lithium. We'll all end up strung out..."

"All right, Elliott," Aaron said dismissively. "I doubt we have any other elemental weapons to worry about right now. But at least we finally know the source of the bullet. We need to contact Mr. Comer and see what else we can find out. Can you take care of that, Christian? He may be willing to help us if you let him know the result of his little experiment."

"Sure thing," Christian agreed. He had always been willing to help out however possible, but his eagerness when it came to following orders was increased by his recent involvement in Aaron's break up with Cadence. A bit of indiscretion on Christian's part had led to the leak of a video he should have never made, one of him and Cadence making out.

"Great, thank you!" Aaron said in a tone that effectively said, "Now get the hell out of my office," and Christian headed toward the door. Just as he reached the doorknob, Aaron sent him a private message on the IAC. "How's that other project coming?" he asked.

"Getting there," Christian replied, glancing back over his shoulder.

"Good. Let me know when you get it figured out." There was no reason to let Elliott know about the other task he had assigned Christian. He would just ask too many questions for which Aaron had no answers.

"So, anyway, as I was saying," Elliott stated, returning to the conversation they had been involved in before Christian burst through the door, "we think Giovani and Zabrina may have entered the Amazonian rainforest. There's just no sighting of them after they landed in Peru. So, we are sending a team in to see if we can track them in there."

"In the rainforest?" Aaron asked, attempting to clarify.

"Yep, I know it sounds impossible, but we are giving it a shot," Elliott responded.

Aaron shook his head. "Wouldn't it make more sense to continue to monitor all major airports near the rainforest? They'll have to come out eventually, once they think the coast is clear."

"Well, of course we will continue to do that," Elliott replied. "But I don't want to just sit around do nothing while he's still out there." Aaron raised his eyebrows, causing him to further explain. "Okay, so I'm sitting around doing nothing... but my people need to keep working."

Aaron stifled a laugh. "You're not going down there yourself?"

"Hell, no," Elliott responded. "It's hot down there, damn hot. And the bugs are huge. No way am I going down there."

Aaron couldn't hold his laughter back any more. Of course, he knew Elliott wouldn't be headed to the Amazon any time soon. "All right. Keep me updated then."

"Sure thing. Any word on our number one bitch?" the burly man asked, scratching his head, his curly brown hair left disheveled but of little consequence to him.

Aaron shook his head. "Ever since she took the IAC out of her eye, there's been very little on the newsfeed about her. It's possible she was seen at an airport in Mobile a few days ago, but no one is sure it was her, and they didn't get any clean video."

"I still can't believe that is possible. I can't imagine having my IAC cut out of my eye..."

Aaron nodded in agreement, a baffled expression on his face.

"Is she still riding with Cowboy Sam?" Elliott asked, returning his focus to Laura's whereabouts.

"Hard to say," Aaron replied, leaning back in his chair, a look of defeat on his handsome face. He wasn't use to not knowing what was going on, and having Laura and Giovani on the run without being able to track them was beyond frustrating.

Elliott nodded his head slowly. He wasn't too surprised that there had been nothing to report. He was fairly certain the boss would keep him apprised of any new developments. After a few moments he said, "Well, it's getting late. Or early, depending upon how you want to look at it. I think I'll get back to my apartment, and see if anything interesting is happening in the world..."

"Tell her I said hello," Aaron replied. He wasn't fooled by Elliott's attempt at aloofness. He was aware that it had been a while since Elliott had spoken to Cadence, and there would be no other reason for his friend to be so vague about his intentions.

Dragging himself to his feet, Elliott stretched, feigning nonchalance, before adding, "You know, she'd probably be happy to hear from you. You could just pop in and say hi, how's it going, what's up, that sort of thing.”

Shaking his head, Aaron said, "I don't think she'd appreciate that."

"You never know. She hasn't said anything bad about you in at least a few weeks. I think she's starting to get over it."

"Highly doubtful," Aaron replied, absently toying with the perfectly straightened objects on his desk. "I made my choice--my horrible, horrible choice--and there's not much I can do now to fix it."

As much as Elliott heard the torment in his friend's voice, his comments abstracted a bit of a chuckle as he thought about how the result of Aaron's poor decision making had, at the very least, solved one problem for him. "At least Eliza's gone because of it," he mumbled as he made his way to the door. "Maybe it was worth it after all!" he yelled over his shoulder as he reached for the doorknob.

Aaron knew he was kidding, for the most part, but he also knew he would endure another hundred years with Eliza to have Cadence back. "Have a good night."

"You, too."

"And don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out."

"There it is," Elliott replied with a laugh, closing the door behind him.

Distracting himself by checking the newsfeed was one way to keep his mind off of the conversation they just had regarding Cadence, but the distraction didn't last too long, and for a moment he entertained the suggestion of checking in with her. The last few months had been almost impossible to endure. He hadn't spoken to Cadence since she'd left to deliver a ring to the parents of one of Jack Cook's victims. She hadn't told Aaron she was planning to leave for good the same day, and by the time he realized she intended to set off on this journey without telling him goodbye, it was too late. He wasn't sure if he would have been able to apologize and talk her into staying if he’d had the opportunity, but the possibility haunted him. He missed her almost more than he could bear.

What very few people truly realized was the extent of his involvement with Cadence. He had made a promise to her grandmother shortly after she was born to personally protect her at all costs. For years, he had watched over her himself, checking in with her several times a month. She never saw him, never knew he was there, but he watched her grow up from the shadows. It wasn't until she was a freshman in high school that he realized that the adorable little girl he had protected from afar for over a decade was becoming a young woman. Shortly thereafter, he grasped that his feelings for her were beginning to change as well. He removed himself from the situation immediately. After all, he had known her since she was in diapers. He assigned her care to another member of his team. He didn't see her again until that night at the Eidolon Festival when Cadence's friend Drew was swept away by the Vampire, Carter. Though he was hopeful that his infatuation had faded, he found out pretty quickly it had, in fact, grown. With Cadence, he was constantly waging a war within between the allegiance he had pledged to her family to protect her and his own attraction to her. It had become difficult to balance the two, and he had eventually determined he could do both. However, he had sabotaged that possibility himself twice now, and it wasn't likely he would get another opportunity to show her how he really felt.

Sighing, he rubbed his hands through his short brown hair and picked up the newsfeed from Nevada. He knew she was somewhere in the state and was hopeful that he would get to live vicariously through someone else for a bit just to have the opportunity to see her face for a few moments. Unfortunately, when he realized precisely whom he would be living through, it did very little to alleviate his pain.

Chapter 2

By the time Cadence reached her hotel room, she was very near to tears. It had been a long, busy two weeks, and she seriously thought her road trip was just about over, and she needed to return home at last. Though it would have been very simple to multi-task, she changed into pajamas, grabbed a bottle of water and made herself comfortable on the bed before she sent her first message. "Hey! What's up?" she asked, attempting to keep her tone nonchalant. Despite the fact that the IAC worked through their eyes, they could actually hear the other person's voice, which included tone.

"Well, if it isn't my long lost pal. What's going on, kid?" Elliott replied almost immediately.

Cadence took a deep breath. The sound of his voice made her feel both comforted and fragile at the same time. "Oh, you know, out saving the world," she responded. "And you?"

There was a chuckle before his response, "Out ruining it."

She laughed. "I don't doubt that. Any interesting hunts lately?"

"Nah, just the usual. Got a bloodsucker last night, though. One of our new Hunters went with us. Seems to have some talent. We'll see."

"That's good," Cadence said, not really as interested as perhaps she should have been. "Any word on the whereabouts of our primary objective?"

"Negative, Ghost Rider," Elliott replied. "I am sending some folks into the rainforest, though. I'm not just sittin' around. And don't bother to point out to me that I am actually just sitting around."

"Okay," Cadence said, wondering what that was all about. "If that's where you think they are, why not?"

"Exactly! See, someone who gets me!"

"Ha, you wouldn't have always said that," she reminded him.

"No, but I say it now," he shot back. There was a time when Elliott couldn't stand Cadence. He had actually asked Aaron to remove her from the team. However, since that time things had changed drastically. Cadence was like a little sister to him, and being apart from her for so long was almost intolerable.

"It looks like we may have an interesting hunt coming up," Cadence offered, taking a sip of her water.

"Oh? That's cool. Where are you anyway?" Elliott asked, realizing he wasn't even exactly sure of her location.

"Reno," she replied. "We met with a local team tonight. They want us to help them catch a group of Rogues who have been causing some issues. Apparently, they are all Giovani's offspring," she added.