Mathias Rowan
*He stared at the contraption on the wall, cursing it for the tenth time. His team had gotten him on the property undetected, but he could not get in the gates. None of the passcodes were working. Someone's head was going to fucking roll when he got back to the office. Slipping his cell out, he dialed the number where he knew he could get help.* Hey man, it's Mat. I've got intel that a secret rave is going down tonight inducting new members into being Breed. I need to find out if its for real or a hoax leftover from Halloween. I'm on the property but can't get the damn security off to get inside. Help me out? —
with Gideon Breed and Malcolm
MacBain.
Gideon Breed *My fingers going to
work on the keyboard in front of me, I have Mathias's location pulled up on the
big monitor. Using the touch screen on the tablet beside the keyboard, I start
running through code looking for the right set of binary combinations to get
the electronic lock and allow him and his team in* Mat, this system is more
complex than the run of the mill stuff. Someone went to extra lengths to make those
grounds secure. ** look up as Malcolm Enters the lab, noticing I'm working on
something he drops into the chair next to me to wait. With a nod of
acknowledgement, I go back to My programs, cursing when I realize I might need
to be hands on for this one* Mat, stand by, I think I may need to give your
problem a little face time *Turning to Malcolm* hey man, you free for the next
hour?
Malcolm MacBain *Stopping by the lab
to check out the posted duty roster, he turns to leave when Gideon calls out his name.* I'm free,
what's up?
Mathias Rowan *He could overhear the
warriors talking and making plans to join him.* I'll be in the shadows waiting
on you, Gideon. See you in 20. *Turning his cell off,
he looked at the team that had accompanied him and stared at two of them.* You
two, head back to the office NOW and I want a report on my desk when I return
explaining why the fucking codes you gave me didn't work. *He shook his head as
they scampered off, too young to be in the field. The remaining recruits stared
at him wide eyed.* I want details on every window in the house. Who and what
you can see and you better make it back before our help arrives.
Gideon Breed *following the GPS to
Mat's location, Malcolm and I laugh
as we discuss being witness to Carys and Aric's little drama play out in the garage
over who was driving tonight, and Mal grudgingly pays up the twenty bucks I bet
on Carys winning the argument. When we arrive at the location, we slip into
business mode, Mat steps from the shadows to meet us and we wait for his
recruits to report back.
Malcolm MacBain *Sliding a blade from
his boot he looks around. This wasn't the best area of town from the looks of
the surrounding structures. His Breed hearing picks up the sound of crunching
gravel as two dark figures emerge. Tossing his knife within inches of a leather
boot he growls* That's far enough ladies.
Mathias Rowan *He shook his head at
the apparent ineptness of his team. The whole damn lot of them were going back through
JUSTIS 101 Rowan style. Bumping fists with the warriors, he listened to the
reports of the recruits then dismissed them to guard duty if anyone else showed
up.* You two want to join me in breaking up the little party going down in
there?
Gideon Breed *Grabbing my bag from
the back seat, I follow on Mal's heels, the concrete under our boots turning to
gravel then weed ridden grass as we near the perimeter. Mathias's obvious
disappointment with his trainee is apparent as they slink off to where ever
he's sent them. Getting down to business we silently follow him to the security
box. Quickly locating the cloning devise, I make short work of the re-wiring
and have the device hooked in and doing its job in under one minute, now we
wait while it tries to break the encryption and clone the security codes.
Malcolm and Mathias both stealth around the grounds outside the gate making sure
all is secure while I finish up*
Malcolm MacBain *Wiping his blade
off, he slips it back into his boot. Shaking his head in wonder as Gideon works his magic. Hearing the soft
click of the lock, he follows Gid & Mathias through the gates as they start
to part. He listens with relief when no alarm goes off and Mat’s men fall in
quietly behind them. They move through the grounds, staying in the shadows.
Gideon pulls out another of his gadgets staring at it for a few minutes, then
gives a nod for the all clear; the three warriors take position on the large
front porch of the supposedly abandoned building letting mat’s team fall in.
One of the new recruits has taken a position at the entrance of the dark
building with them. They can all hear the thrumming of a hard musical beat
coming from somewhere deep inside the building, even though the outside remains
in its quiet abandoned state. *Mat I sure as hell hope you have a plan, cause
if these kids are armed and your green horns start shooting, *chuckles* Well
let’s just say my misses will be beside herself and Savannah will take your hide to the wall
for not having an escape plan.
Mathias Rowan *Shaking his head, he
looked back at his team.* If you shoot first, you won't be leaving this
property. The sun will take you at dawn. *They nervously nodded and he looked
at Gideon.* The Order needs to start a training
school. I need to know if this is for fun or real. Youngling one and two report
only about fifteen kids in there. I think we can take them. Scare them a little
if it's stupid fun and if it's real, trance them until I can get the human
authorities here. No weapons were visible, only tattoo guns. Back up can be
here in 5 if needed. Ready?
Gideon Breed *sliding a hand under my jacket, I roust my M9 from it's holster, using my thumb to flick the Beretta's safety off. I nod to Mat then follow him inside. If his newbie's intel is correct and there are only 15 human kids in this place I'll have no need of the weapon, but a good ambush is always made to look like a cake walk, so We're not taking any chances. It's times like these that the gift my breedmate mother gave to me could be invaluable. Silently we make our way through the upper level, Malcolm gives the all clear and we descend into the bowels of the building*
Malcolm MacBain *Silently following the other warriors, he brought up the tail of their little party and kept watch on their backs. The music that thumped from the basement masked any sound but they were careful to move with caution. They froze as the hinges on a door in the hall squeaked and three teen-aged boys spilled out of the room, too doped up to even notice their presence. He scoffed.* They shouldna be so ignorant of their surroundings. This will be a cakewalk compared to dealing with reivers 'n Scotland.
Mathias Rowan *He looked back at
their group.* I think you might be right. Perhaps we should put a little healthy
fear of the Breed into them tonight. Gideon, can one of your gizmos cut the lights?
*He grinned and walked forward as Gid nodded. The next room had a low drone
buzz, a sound he had become familiar with over decades of First Dawn. A tattoo
gun. The activities in that room would set the tone for the rest of the
evening. Were they in there voluntarily or being held against their will? Were
they Breed wannabes or something more cynical? Nodding, he turned the handle
and stepped to the side out of the way of any weapons being fired. The ensuing
silence was unnerving.*
Gideon Breed *Stillness. After the
three count, I step through the door way, my senses on high alert as I scan the
room, no one here looks like they will be much of a threat. The human with the
tattoo gun pauses in his work, which I see is an elaborate set of tri-colored
fake glyphs that he is marking onto a young boy's skin. My fangs drop from my
gums and I see the glow of my eyes reflected off my glasses as I close the
distance in a blur of movement, I lift the kid along with the artist from their
sitting positions, letting their feet dangle in the air, the look on their face
, priceless as I stare them down* You're bloody kidding me with this shit
right? tattooing glyphs on? Sorry assholes, they don't come that easy,
*dropping the artist to the floor an a heap I lift the kid higher* You have a
death wish boy? *Suddenly a heated sensation burns the side of my face
slightly, I turn to scan the room for the source of the heat, seeing nothing
until a silvery puddle on the floor catches my attention. Handing the kid and
the tattoo guy off to Mathias's recruits, I head over to the puddle, the heat
becoming more intense, but tolerable as I approach* Hey Mal, Mat, better get
your asses over here. if this is what I think it is, there could be some
serious shit going down in this place
Malcolm MacBain *Keeping the blade in
his hand, he walked with Mathias over to
where Gideon was crouched down on the floor.
Seeing the muddied liquid on the floor, he took a step back as he felt the
heat.* What the hell is that? It might be time to wrap this little venture up
and do some checking on this place. Mat, should we give these boys some new
memories and plans for the future?
Mathias Rowan *He eyed the mess Gid
was dealing with and shook his head, glad that it was not his team dealing with
the evidence. The heat from the source made him uneasy and his gut told him
there was more to this situation. He looked at Malcolm and nodded.* Let's question a few of
them and find out if this is their regular hangout and who is in charge. *He
walked up to the older of the two in the room and flashed his fangs before
asking questions. The smell of urine permeating the room backed up the boy's
nervous answers that there was a leader downstairs and he always told them
where to go. He and his buddies would meet up, have a few drinks, smoke, ink up,
and ransack the place. As his recruits started wiping the memories, he turned
to the Order.* Sounds like a cover up to me. Let's go downstairs and find this
leader.
Gideon Breed *After the kids are taken care of, we navigate through the narrow halls to the stairway. I hold up a hand showing 4 fingers, as the sound of muffled voices bounces off walls and carries to me. I hear four distinct voices coming from just below us past the stairwell landing. Malcolm's hand on my shoulder gives me the big "roger that" that I need to move forward. Hitting the bottom floor of the building, we are able to spread out again, the three of us move soundlessly toward the double doors. I make eye contact with my brothers before counting off to three, then break down the doors with a sharp kick placed just under the locked knob*
Malcolm MacBain *He palmed his
weapon, his eyes trained on the room before him as the door fell away. He
looked over the four inhabitants of the room and his gaze strayed to the one
stretched out on the couch. His vacant stare, giving away his true identity.
Minion.* Shit just got real, laddies.
Mathias Rowan Fuckers! *A fucking
minion. That meant there was more to this than some kids wanting to be a Breed.
The three humans were high enough to think they could tangle with them and he
was happy to oblige. Taunting one by crooking his finger at him, he let his
fangs elongate. He was disappointed when the little fellow went down with one
blow from his palm to the human's nose. Shaking his head, he looked over
at Malcolm who had already dispatched one
and was working on the other. He bent down to wipe the memories, laying his
hand on the kid's forehead when he heard Gideon scoff. Glancing up, he was struck
by the legend of the sight before him.* Well, damn.
Gideon Breed *Tracking the minion
from the second I cross the threshold, I feel his hatred for me and my kind
like an electrical pulse that fills the room. He launches himself towards me,
barreling across the room at full speed, my brain tries to make some sort of
logical sense of why he is in such a hurry to die, but none the less, I have no
problem granting him his wish. My hand reflexively goes to my nine, but I
decide he isn't worth the bullet. As he reaches where I stand, a short maniacal
laugh erupts from my throat as he bashes into my body head first, the force of
the blow opening a gash on his right cheek. He stumbles backward, stunned from
the force and tries to shake his head clear. I stalk him through an amber haze,
I know that what can be seen of my glyphs are churning black and deep red, I
feel my fangs as they punch through my gums, this once human turned minion bringing
out all that is Breed in me. Lifting him off his feet, my palm tight around his
throat, I ask for his master’s name, and squeeze unyieldingly when he croaks
out nothing more than a laugh. Snarling I squeeze tighter, knowing the piece of
shit would rather die than betray the one who owns him. When he goes limp in my
hands I drop him to the floor, the thud resounding through my head as I resist
the urge to kick him to death where he lies.
Doing a three sixty to check the status of my team, I sense the stir in the air as the minion behind me shifts his position on the floor, spinning back, I break left and the knife flies wide and to the right of me, in a flash, he is off the ground and in my hands again, this time the distinct sound of his spine being severed is the only sound I hear. As his body hits the floor again, I don’t need to worry about turning my back. I check Mal and Mat who have taken care of the young humans, then scan the room, finding the source of the puddle we found earlier. An entire set up for making ammo, 10 Dillon 650 progressive presses, industrial shell plates, Dies for at least four calibers and the intestines to turn out hundreds of bullets per day. I look around for where the deadliest ingredient for the Breed is stored, and smile when I see three gallon sized sealed containers on the floor under one of the work benches. I’ll need to hit the SUV and gear up before I can remove the containers. I call for Mal and Mat to take care of the rest, informing them of the dangerous containers, then head top side to change and put a call into Lucan*
Doing a three sixty to check the status of my team, I sense the stir in the air as the minion behind me shifts his position on the floor, spinning back, I break left and the knife flies wide and to the right of me, in a flash, he is off the ground and in my hands again, this time the distinct sound of his spine being severed is the only sound I hear. As his body hits the floor again, I don’t need to worry about turning my back. I check Mal and Mat who have taken care of the young humans, then scan the room, finding the source of the puddle we found earlier. An entire set up for making ammo, 10 Dillon 650 progressive presses, industrial shell plates, Dies for at least four calibers and the intestines to turn out hundreds of bullets per day. I look around for where the deadliest ingredient for the Breed is stored, and smile when I see three gallon sized sealed containers on the floor under one of the work benches. I’ll need to hit the SUV and gear up before I can remove the containers. I call for Mal and Mat to take care of the rest, informing them of the dangerous containers, then head top side to change and put a call into Lucan*
Malcolm MacBain *He nodded as Gideon walked out, the minion dobber deserving the solid blows delivered. Mathias indicated to his two lackeys that they were on clean up duty. After they made sure the humans were well on their way home with no memories of this place, they searched the rest of the house finding it vacant.* I ken the stuff would show back up. It will be interesting to see what we piece together from all of this. Mathias agreed and they stood back and watched as Gid collected all the evidence. It wasna hard to believe that an innocent rave turned out to be a front for another plot against the Breed. Now to find out who was behind this latest scheme.*
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