Blood Song (Chapter 6, page 1 of 35)

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Chapter 6


The first sniper grunted softly as I snapped his neck. I left his body where it lay and quickly disassembled his rifle, putting the firing pin in one of my pockets. I felt the exultation in Oliver's mind as he decapitated the second one a few moments later. Show off.

Hugo had been right about the snipers. Fortunately we'd managed to find them fairly easily. They smelled of gun oil and sweat, an easy combination to track down when you know what to look for. We sensed another four heavily armed human males hiding in the bushes just on the perimeter of the warehouse property, four pairs of eyes that dimmed as they died four separate muffled deaths.

Oliver and I stood then, obscured by silence and bushes and pushed our minds out into the warehouse, ignoring the immense wall of thought of hundreds of individuals, seeking the one we had come for. We found him in the centre of the mass, but somehow below them.

"Basement," said Oliver, and I nodded. That would make this easier for us, knowing that he was safely tucked away. I was struck by the substance of his thoughts as I reached out to him though. He seemed different, somehow. Angrier. More determined. Harder. I wondered what Anne had done to him to effect a change like this.

"She'll pay tonight," grated Oliver, "and Mark will survive. He was going to change anyway, Angus. She just sped the process up."

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