~ The elevator opened and before Helick, Daniel, and Ichiro could step out, Marx and Anabella, who had been waiting for them, stepped in. The door closed again.
“Welcome to Anax Corp. I trust you gentlemen had a pleasant ride here,” she said to them.
“I could get used to having a chopper on hand,” Helick commented.
She gave him a small smile and a nod before typing in a password with the regular elevator buttons. The elevator started moving. No one spoke on the way down. When the numbers stopped lighting up at ‘B’ for the basement level, but the elevator kept descending, no one asked questions. The elevator dinged on its stop, the panel behind them opening.
“Gentlemen,” Anabella stepped out before them. They walked into the middle of an underground factory
STAGE I – GETTING THE TEAM IN PLACE Location: Penthart Supermax - Inside Cellblocks A and B Alpha Team The prison transport truck pulled up at the gate. After checking the exterior of the vehicle, along with the badges of the guards who came in the truck, the correctional officers at the outside gate radioed for the first gate to open. The transport went through, and the gate started closing behind them. The second gate did not open until the locks for the first clicked in place. The same process repeated when they came to stop at the main entrance. Bryan drove the van, with Yuri in the passenger seat, into the compound. They remained there as the correctional officers came to escort the prisoners out. All of them were vampires or werewolves. Both gr
Location: Penthart Supermax - Inside Cellblocks A Alpha Team “Target is down. I repeat target is down,” Marx heard Ichiro say through the comms. Marx stood facing one of the hybrid werewolves Sven created. Around him on the floor were bodies of other werewolves. Through the constant chatter in his ears, he knew that four of them were in Block B while the other four were roaming Block A. Ichiro and his team put down the ninth. “I have eyes on one of the hybrids in Block A. Does anyone have eyes on the others?” “We have two of them on the second floor.”
STAGE IV AND V - CALL IN THE HUMANS AND LIGHT THE EVIDENCE ON FIRE Location: Anax Corp - Mission Control On the all-clear of Javier, all of Marx’s men and the vampires left. They used the secret tunnels that snaked underneath the grounds of the facility to make their leave. Shea and Hana remained in the control room. Anabella gave the order. “Release phase 2 of the gas.” “Releasing.” “The humans are coming to,” Shea said. “Hana, as we rehearsed.” The comms went dead, and Anabella waited. A few minutes later, th
~Anabella and Philippe stood by the glass wall, looking out into the city. They were on the uppermost floor of Pentalum, Vescovi’s headquarters. From there, they could see the towers of the other four buildings, each at the point of their pentagram. Anax, NexTeq, Vancor, Pentalum, and Salcom International marked the five corners of Pentorium. The door opened to the office, and Vescovi rushed in with his assistant following him. He looked surprised to see Philippe and Anabella waiting for him. “Was there a meeting?” He glanced at the woman who came in with him, and she shook her head, adjusting her glasses on her nose. “Not officially,” Anabella said. Vescovi creased his eyebrows, looking from one friend to the next. He dismissed his assistant, who closed the door behind her.
~Salvay entered his home, shrugging out of his jacket. Before the tailor-made Italian masterpiece touched the floor, his butler was there to catch it. He entered his living room, where a fire was burning in the hearth. He didn’t bother to roll up the sleeve of his shirt as he pushed his hand into the fire to press a button hidden by the flames. His hand came away, neither shirt nor skin seared. Without a sound, a section of the wall to the right of the fireplace slid open. The door closed behind him as he made his way down the stairs concealed in pitch-blackness. Pushing open the door at the foot of the stairs, he entered a lit room. Inside was Passerini, making notes on a chart. The man looked up for a second, acknowledging Salvay’s presence before he went back to his work. “Should the process take this long?”
~Marx followed Roan away from the rest of the group. The noise of the festivities grew distant as they moved to the western edge of the village. The initial wariness of the people shifted to curiosity as they followed the example of their leader and gave the vampires and the werewolves the benefit of a doubt. War and death marred their past, but their future, though on the verge of another war, would see them standing as allies, come what may. “Where are we going?” “To our Shaman,” Roan answered. “For what purpose?” Roan stopped to face him. “Do you know how werewolves and vampires came to be?” Marx shook his head. Celeste had imparted much knowledge about her world, but mostly she pretended that side of her life n
~Marx felt slightly foolish sitting in the tent, legs folded underneath him. He wanted to ask what this all should achieve, but each time he spoke out of turn, the Shaman chastised him. Now he sat there in silence, eyes closed, talking to himself. The room was now a haze of incense that tickles his nose, and he was sitting closer to the suspended fire than he would have liked. "You are the man, the alpha, and the wolf," the Shaman said. "Open your eyes." Marx did, and before he could ask a question, he saw figures in the cloud of incense. One was a man and bounding over to him was a wolf. He accepted the wolf, and the two became one. Another figure formed. This third figure was a werewolf. Instead of accepting it as the man had the wolf, they remained divided. "Roan said I feared the wolf."
~Garrick changed back to human form, the process painful. He had never felt pain while turning before. Since his mother turned him, changing was as simple and as natural as breathing. Now, as his body mass adjusted, his skeletal structure snapping back in place, he was in agony. Ava was the one who heard him and came running. When she knelt beside him, he held onto her for support. They were both shocked at their ability to make physical contact, but at that moment, with Garrick writhing in pain, it did not matter. She stayed with him until the change ended and the pain ebbed away. Sweat had his clothes clinging to his skin. “You changed.” Ava helped him to sit up. “Never thought I would say this, but I’d prefer not to do that again.” As the pain cleared from his mind, Garrick looked at Ava. “How am I