Azazel’s face was grim as he teleported back to Shaw.
‘Well?’ Shaw snapped, his jaw tight.
Azazel grimaced.
‘Colonel Stryker,’ he said, his accent thick. ‘It appears that he is no longer with us.’
‘It appears?’ Shaw sneered.
Azazel gave a shrug.
‘It was hard to tell, what with all the bodies and the blood,’ he said dryly.
Shaw’s face paled. He whirled around.
‘Emma!’ he shouted. ‘Come here this instant! And bring Riptide too!’
Emma and Riptide were at his side moments later.
‘You heard?’ Shaw barked.
Emma gave a small, sharp nod in reply.
Shaw’s nostrils flared but he tamped down on his anger and made himself calm down. There was no need to panic. Erik was his creation after all.
‘Azazel,’ he commanded, voice calm. ‘Take us to the Stryker compound.’
With a quick nod, Azazel stepped forward and, with all of them linking hands, teleported them out of the room in a puff of smoke. Milliseconds later, they were at the Stryker house – or at least, what was left of it.
Emma almost gagged when she saw that her expensively leather-encased foot was inches away from the messily smashed skull of a dead soldier.
‘Where’s Stryker?’ Shaw asked tightly.
Azazel silently pointed the way.
Unnerved, they all trooped inside the house, trying to avoid stepping in or on anything in their path.
They approached Stryker’s rooms in silence. Then, with the tension at unbearable heights, they stepped through the door to his chambers.
Even Azazel had to look away. Only Shaw stared grimly around at the wanton destruction and bloody remains of the corpse that were left.
As Azazel, Emma and Riptide stared around the room, they each had just one question in their minds. A question that only the telepath among them could voice.
‘Sebastian,’ Emma whispered, horror and disbelief warring in her voice. ‘Who is this man?’
Heat - Part 13 - Blood, Gore, Dead Bodies
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Azazel’s face was grim as he teleported back to Shaw.
‘Well?’ Shaw snapped, his jaw tight.
Azazel grimaced.
‘Colonel Stryker,’ he said, his accent thick. ‘It appears that he is no longer with us.’
‘It appears?’ Shaw sneered.
Azazel gave a shrug.
‘It was hard to tell, what with all the bodies and the blood,’ he said dryly.
Shaw’s face paled. He whirled around.
‘Emma!’ he shouted. ‘Come here this instant! And bring Riptide too!’
Emma and Riptide were at his side moments later.
‘You heard?’ Shaw barked.
Emma gave a small, sharp nod in reply.
Shaw’s nostrils flared but he tamped down on his anger and made himself calm down. There was no need to panic. Erik was his creation after all.
‘Azazel,’ he commanded, voice calm. ‘Take us to the Stryker compound.’
With a quick nod, Azazel stepped forward and, with all of them linking hands, teleported them out of the room in a puff of smoke. Milliseconds later, they were at the Stryker house – or at least, what was left of it.
Emma almost gagged when she saw that her expensively leather-encased foot was inches away from the messily smashed skull of a dead soldier.
‘Where’s Stryker?’ Shaw asked tightly.
Azazel silently pointed the way.
Unnerved, they all trooped inside the house, trying to avoid stepping in or on anything in their path.
They approached Stryker’s rooms in silence. Then, with the tension at unbearable heights, they stepped through the door to his chambers.
Even Azazel had to look away. Only Shaw stared grimly around at the wanton destruction and bloody remains of the corpse that were left.
As Azazel, Emma and Riptide stared around the room, they each had just one question in their minds. A question that only the telepath among them could voice.
‘Sebastian,’ Emma whispered, horror and disbelief warring in her voice. ‘Who is this man?’
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