Nighter
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The armored car rolled out through the first gate. It turned left...
“Stop,” Vesper says with effort. “Nighter sniper at the chimney. Go right.”
The driver glanced in the rearview mirror.
“But there are police at that gate already...” the driver said quickly to Aranea.
“Fuck the police!” Vesper laughed hoarsely, unpleasantly. “I can just tell them to fuck off because the ISA is on the job here.”
The renegade lord nodded.
“Go right,” she ordered briskly.
The driver followed the order. Vesper tried to reach the inside pocket, but his hand fell limply. For some unknown reason, it amused him.
“Take it out for me, babe,” he turned his head slightly, looking at Aranea. “The ID is inside.”
Delicate fingers slipped under his clothes. Mmmmm, he purred with pleasure. Keep going, babe, just like that. And don’t be too quick to find it, okay? Or maybe look elsewhere too, a little lower, for example...
The BMW stopped, and Vesper looked out of the window. He saw Crumbly’s familiar face among the police officers surrounding him. So you really wanted to come, you bastard, well, well, well.
He smiled at the A-T conspiratorially, and the other looked at him with clear relief. Then turned back and explained something animatedly to his colleagues. In the meantime, Aranea pressed his ISA officer’s ID to the window.
The cops waved them on, letting them drive on. A convoy of three armored cars rolled slowly onto the street, then gradually sped up.
Vesper looked out the windows as Warsaw rolled past his eyes at an unbelievable speed.
Some lonely pedestrians flashed by here and there. Very appetizing, and such banally easy targets on top of that. The vampire ran his tongue over his dagger-like fangs that were ready to stab at lightning speed. Eh, those people were lucky he wasn’t hungry. At least not now.
“So good those cops were so nice,” Aranea grinned suddenly, clear relief vibrating in her voice. “And everything went great... thanks to you, Vesper.”
Tonight’s hero turned around, fleetingly noticing Nex’s eyes burning in the dark. Something wrong, general? He said disdainfully in his mind, keeping his thoughts to himself for now. The days of Nex’s career were numbered, Vesper had no doubts of that. Viner time was over, and here come the Warriors to reap the reward owed them.
“The cops had to be nice to me,” he said harshly. “That’s what they’re for. They’re just people, after all.”
He puts his hand on Aranea’s knee, and she didn’t protest with either gesture or word. Ha, she even looks like she’s glad of such a turn of events, Vesper thought, twisting his lips in a predatory grin.
“Otherwise, I would have killed them all,” he said forcefully. “And lapped up all the blood.”
A flash below grabbed his attention. His ID, tossed carelessly by Renegade Lord Aranea, lay on the floor right at his feet. The stars’ flickering light reflected in cold flashes from the silver, crowned eagle.
Vesper shrugged, and disdainfully kicked the document under the front seat, so it wouldn’t blind him.
A relic of the stupid past, he wouldn’t need it anymore.
I’m a true child of Night, he thought, full of satisfaction. As if I’ve came home after a long journey.
“I’ll kill them all,” he muttered with a strange joy in his voice.
And then he turned and looked up at the moon, raising triumphantly in the sky.
TO BE CONTINUED IN
RENEGADE (THE VESPER SERIES #2)
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Footnotes
Bogusłsaw Linda is a Polish actor, known for his “tough-guy” niche in film. His most famous line “What the fuck do you know about killing?” comes from movie Dogs 2. (Return)
Military Intelligence Service (SWW – Służba Wywiadu Wojskowego)(Return)
GROM, Lubliniec and Formoza are the world-class military Special Operation Forces units. (Return)
Anti-terrorist operations management (BOA- Biuro Operacji Anty-terrorystycznych) (Return)
FBI equivalent, CBS in Poland—Centralne Biuro Sledcze which literally means Central Investigation Agency (Return)