Xairin smiled as he checked himself out in the mirror while flexing his muscles. "I love this material; it almost feels like silk." he made a few more quirky poses. "I like how it moves too."
"You look good. That shirt really shows off your upper physique." Jason said.
"Think the black cargos are a bit much?" Xairin asked.
Jason shook his head. "No, they go well with it."
"So, what is on the agenda?" Jason asked.
Xairin continued looking in the mirror. "I figure, you meet my friend Topher, we hang at his club for a bit, then come back here?"
"I'm just glad Ethan didn't give me a hard way to go, for moving out."
Jason leaned against the wall, crossing his arms as he replied. "I don't think he would have had much choice given it was your grandfather that bought the place, plus I am sure they knew you had a good guard detail."
Xairin smirked. "Yeah, well, after you walked off, Ethan insisted on some of his nest mates taking three of the bedrooms downstairs so that I have additional guards here."
"Babes, you have like what, an army of droids that could kick an Alpha's ass, walking the grounds, those giant robotic attack wasps, and a house that could defend itself with the laser tech, what more could they want?"
Xairin crossed his arms as he turned around. "They could want me staying on Tenebris island, never allowed to leave council grounds, and have me quit the Sentinel team, at least this way, I have my own place. Besides, I figured guards would be added anyways, the house does have sixteen bedrooms after all. I wouldn't put it past Damien to have some of his best guards stationed here soon too."
"Or your mother!" Cecilia said as she appeared out of thin air.
Jason and Xairin both were startled. Cecilia was standing in the doorway. She eyed the werewolf, then her son. "We need to talk."
Xairin bucked. "No, we don't."
Cecilia walked in, putting her red hood back, and glared at him. "What we need to talk about, has nothing to do with what's going on between you and me."
"Fine, what is it?" He asked.
"A little bit of privacy?" She asked.
Xairin walked over to Jason and leaned into him. "Anything you have to say, you can say it in front of my boyfriend. Besides, he knows everything already."
Cecilia scoffed. She looked off to the side, then at the pair standing there. "Fine, if that is the way it must be, then so be it. Detective Polanski, an overweight guy, brown hair, kinda always looks like…"
Xairin interrupted. "Like he's been constipated for weeks and smells? Yeah, I know who he is, he's interviewed me twice already."
Cecilia looked at Xairin with a forgiving stair. "He was your father's partner once, Xairin. Not only that, but your father Draven was working on a case much like yours in which four women were murdered almost the exact same way you almost ended up. Polanski has lived in three towns in which women went missing, sensitive women, who were later found, beheaded, and dismembered, the heads were never found. Each place he worked, the law enforcement files vanished, and the same thing happened to your father's files with one exception, your dad kept hard copies of every case he ever worked. I took them to Interpol, and would you know it, the fat bastard ran for it."
Xairin stepped forward. "What are you trying to say?"
Cecilia took a deep breath. "What I am saying Xairin, is Roland Polanski, killed those women over two decades ago, and now, someone else is doing it again, this time targeting gay sensitives and people who are sensitive supporting and that fat racist bastard has been covering up the mess of whoever he has recruited into his little mind-witch hunting cult."
"He tampered with your father's case Xairin, this Polanski has been murdering sensitives for as far as I can tell, for twenty plus years and counting, and now has people helping him do it."
"This guy was dad's partner and covered up previous murders? Are you sure?"
Cecilia nodded. "I wouldn't be here if I wasn't a thousand percent sure. I cornered him Xairin, and I could smell it on him."
"Smell it on him?"
Jason butted in. "People that do evil, babes, she's right, they have a scent. After a while, you notice it."
Jason looked at Cecilia. "So, this is your mom? Are you going to introduce us?"
Xairin shrugged. "I told you about her already, but, hey." He pointed at her. "Jason, my mother that abandoned me, Cecilia. Mom, my new boyfriend, Jason. There, introductions made."
Cecilia handed Xairin a tablet. "Look through the files, Xairin. This is your father's work, I realize you hate me right now, and I don't blame you, but this has to do with your father and you. This man hurt you and made it so your father couldn't stop him."
Xairin huffed as he looked through the files, swiping the screen fast as his immortal brain recorded what he was seeing. "If you were close enough to smell him, then why the hell didn't you kill him?"
"Xairin, I had to flush him out so he would run. Once he is on the run, it would further prove his guilt and make it easier for Interpol to gather enough evidence to arrest him so I could punish him later."
Jason smirked. "Let me guess, turn him while he is imprisoned, so he turns and falls into Society Justice laws and would have to be turned over to the Society?"
Cecilia shrugged at the werewolf. "Actually, I was thinking about before he is executed and switching out the bodies before he resurges, but yeah, that would work too."
"If this man, as you say, is at the heart of all of this, you should have ripped his fucking throat out!" Xairin yelled.
"I NEED HIM PROVEN GUILTY XAIRIN SO WE CAN FIND THE OTHERS!" She yelled, which caused Xairin to flinch and back off. "He was at Interpol when I approached him, killing him there, would have done The Society no favors Xairin. Once they have him, we can extract the information he has on where his little friends are hiding. I have already secured a deal with Interpol so that when you and I attack their base, they will think it was a sentinel team assisting Interpol to minimize human casualties."
Xairin smirked as he crossed his arms. "But there will be casualties. I am going to kill every last one of them."
Cecilia threw her head back. "Xairin, I know you are, so am I. We have to find them first, we go in, in nosferatu form so it can't be traced. We can wear a uniform, or not, since I already told their commander that one or more agents would be undercover. We need to leave at least one or two survivors, or at least a head or two intact for a sensitive agent to read, and we are done. But I am killing Polanski; otherwise, I will have my mother pull a queen card, and have you back on Tenebris, so, do we have a deal?"
Xairin rolled his eyes. "Fine, but the guy Greg, the one that lured me that night, I get to do whatever the hell I want to that bastard."
"Okay." She said.
"Right before I arrived, Arcaidus informed me that Agent Ezra Huxley and his team had new leads to follow. Apparently, Roland had three kids, one of which they think is involved."
"So, we just wait for Arcaidus to tell us where they are going to strike?"
She nodded. "Unless Arcaidus manages to find them first. He is tracking down all of the information he can find on Roland and his kids, along with his ex-wife and the two women he was paying child support to."
"Do we know what this kid of his looks like?" Xairin asked.
Xairin's bedroom transformed as laser particles filled the air. Arcaidus took form while pointing to a large face that was also forming in the room. Xairin saw vital statistics beside a face; he saw a name, birth date, occupation, he saw previous addresses, he saw a list of banking accounts. What got him the most, was the face, the face of a protestor that stood out like a sore thumb. Xairin growled the name. "Marshall Dingus."
"Who is he?" Jason asked.
"One of the protestors that were at Rory's funeral. He was holding a sign about mind witches and race traitors" Xairin continued reading as the information, scrolled upward. "And he's the bastard son of Roland Polanski, this gets better and better."
Ar
caidus nodded. "Detective Huxley is following up on this information as we speak, along with his team splitting up to investigate an ex-wife, a daughter born out of wedlock, and a son living in Corpus Colony."
"What do we know about them?" Xairin asked.
Arcaidus was blunt. "Based on all of the data I have compiled on human psychology and the behavioral sciences database, I doubt his other two children, or the ex-wife are connected, other than possibly having details on where to look for Polanski. Polanski's ex-wife, Helen, had filed seventeen petitions against her former husband, sighting mental abuse that was often religiously motivated. His eldest son, Vernin, was the primary witness mentioned in the petitions. The case was dropped due to a judge saying there was only their word against his, plus his son Vernin at the time was twelve. His testimony was argued being the manipulation of a vindictive ex-wife. I highly doubt there was contact after the divorce. Eve is reporting several email attempts from a work computer over the years, in which Vernin never once opened the emails to read."
"If Ezra has already gone looking for Roland's son, Marshall, there is no point following that unless you get something from Eve. The moment you do. Let us know." Cecilia mentioned.
Arcaidus nodded. "I am updating my direct link to your watches, if you need me and are not in your home or a society building, by all means, speak into your watch. I will update as information becomes available to me."
The particles in the room vanished, as did Arcaidus.
"So, what do we do now?" Jason asked.
"You and I are going to meet my friend Topher and have some fun for a bit."
"I will just stick around here," Cecilia added.
Xairin closed his eyes and smirked. "Mother, when Jason and I get home, I figure we are going to be in my bedroom, do you really want to be here to hear us?"
Cecilia smirked. "Your hidden room downstairs, by order of my mother, had additional sleeping quarters created by the nano-ants after they finished your pool. I will be down there; I won't be able to hear anything." Cecilia phased and floated through the flooring.
"That figures," Xairin said.
Jason raised an eyebrow. "Xairin, that's going to be kind of weird, her being here."
Xairin shook his head. "We will figure something out. Don't worry. Besides, you still have your suite at the hotel."
"True."
Chapter 10.2
Travis Newstead was sitting in a comfy high-back red chair, reading his tablet in a room filled with books. Tonight, the boys were back at it, Travis was going to take a rest and was overseeing the emails sent on a secured line from those out trying to lure either sensitives or sensitive supporters to their well-deserved fate. One of the three teams sent out in particular tonight, was hunting on a dating app, Manfinder. He was particularly interested in a thin man, flamboyantly posed in his picture on his profile, going by the profile name, "MindFuckMe23." While Travis himself wasn't going to make the kills tonight, he was going to direct Todd, who was doing the slaying tonight instead of working and posing as a bouncer.
"Todd? Check out manfinder and look up this MindFuckMe23, he's begging for a sensitive to use their abilities to help him get off. That's your target."
Todd was replying over a live link. Travis could see him looking down at his phone. "I see the profile. I will hit him up and will message if he takes the bait."
Travis spoke with a stern voice. "Remember, you have to make him believe you are one of those witches, don't let this one slip. Got it?"
"I got it Trav, keep your pants on, I got this."
Travis instantly had a flashback to one of the nights of the hallucinations that Heidi had forced him to see, seeing the demon commanding him to undress. Travis rolled his lips in for a moment, before replying. "Just get it done."
The moment they hung up. Travis leaned back. He looked at his emails, his personal ones on his google account. Ever since Monk Polanski took him into his order, for the past six years, he had made dozens of attempts, each month, to contact his parents. Not once had they replied. For whatever reason, tonight, that feeling of being abandoned by his family was gnawing at him more than it usually did.
The one time his father Hank had come by the halfway home he was living in, it wasn't to see his son, but to dump off every picture Hank and his mother Marium had of him. When Travis begged for his father to listen, Hank spat in Travis's face. Travis could still feel it on his face sometimes, dripping down his cheek on nights like tonight. He recalled his father yelling the words, "Disgusting faggot." On the way out.
Travis, sitting there all alone, whimpered. "I'm not gay, dad." He sobbed. "How could you and mom abandon me like this? None of this was my fault." He said lowly.
Roland entered the room, hearing the man's whimpering sobs. "No parent should abandon their child, especially when the evidence was right there in how you were controlled by that beast."
Travis collected himself and stood up, bowing. "Monk Polanski."
"No need to bow, my son. Where your parents abandoned you, you found a new family, one that cares and loves you." He helped Travis stand. "You are a soldier for God's mighty works, Travis. While your biological parents may not see who you are, God does my son. If you were young enough when I found you, I would have adopted you in a heartbeat, Travis. You, out of anyone here, are the strongest and bravest soldier we have, facing those witches out there and bringing them to justice for being an affront against our mighty God."
"So, what happened? Why are we advancing to plan 9?" Travis asked.
Roland folded his arms. "I have been outed to Interpol by a vampire, a demon, a demon from my past come back to ruin everything I hold dear and holy in this world. As it would turn out, you almost killed a half demon-half witch in the sewer that night, that night those monsters saved the foul thing from the mercy of god, no doubt summoned into existence by the very witches we hunt. The man that got away thanks to that unholy beast coming to his aid was none other than the son of a witch I worked with. His mother was one of those demons, a vampiric whore of Satan. She came to Interpol. It is why I called you and the ones I trusted, to enact plan 9, and gather my things while I was unable, and now, God willing, we will proceed with the final fruits of our labors."
Travis spoke up. "The church's income has spiked significantly since the comet, donations have been pouring in. We have the funding we need to begin working on the satellite."
"That was no comet Travis, that was a ball of Satan’s blood summoned by the very witches made by his alchemy to vex mankind further. Our hunting, weakening his ranks, those vile witches summoned that thing to earth to unleash the horrors it has. Witches of the old days did it then, and this new age of witches did it again." Roland said as he went over to a chest in the room. He started pulling out a thick brown robe large enough to cover his body and began putting it on.
"How many teams are out tonight?" He asked Travis.
"Three. I have the teams targeting the dating apps tonight."
"And my son?"
"I sent Marshall out again, this time to do more than watch. He is with Todd; he will be fine."
Roland smiled. "It is time for him to begin my work, just as each of you have done so well at. I am so blessed that God helped me find you and the others. Together, Travis, you will get the peace you crave, once they are all dead."
"This satellite, can it do it?" Travis asked.
"I built this church with every bit of money I was ever able to get my hands on, bought this warehouse, right next to Mullins University, to help guide men like yourself so that they would have a home. As more college students became interested in God's word, I was blessed, when the Dean approached me, about adding a religious fraternity here, and reached so many soldiers waiting to hear God's call. Out of those soldiers, the brightest minds I have ever seen came among our ranks, Travis. With the modifications to creating the neural neutralizer, once it is in orbit, every time a single witch uses their powers, it will pick up on their telepathic freq
uencies, and unleash Gabriel's horn upon these wretched creatures. God has shown me the way Travis, and by the soldiers, he has called to my side, we have Gabriel's horn, my son, given to us by his holy sciences, so that we may undo the devil's alchemy once and for all."
Roland crossed his arms. "The horn will cause every single creature created by Satan’s science, to die one by one as they use their powers. It will be them, who's heads explode, not their victims."
"But first, Roland Polanski must vanish thanks to that demon whore Satan sent to visit me."
"What will you do?" Travis asked.
"That new mask that Paul Hobart designed for me worked rather well tonight. My old apartment was being watched by Interpol, and I walked right passed every single one of them, doing the bidding of the enemy. Roland Polanski is no more, and thanks to Paul's latest work, Peter Cross, named after the apostle Peter, himself, will rise."
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