Page 15 of Beast: Part Two

Before I could get excited and celebrate in our victory, two more appear, firing round after round at us. I drop back behind the desk.

“Fuck, how many of those things does he have?” Maksim shouts over the noise.

“Knowing Tech, probably fifty,” Seth replies.

This time the bullets continued to rain into the room.

“How the hell are we going to get out of here?” Zel asks over the loud sound of gunshots pinging off the walls and furniture.

Before I can reply, the bullets suddenly stop. I look up over the desk and the drones have both dropped to the ground.

“Are they malfunctioning?” Maksim asks.

Just then a body comes flying into the office knocking the rest of the glass out the window. We all duck down. Once the coast seems to be clear, I stand back up, gun aimed at the window. Lying on top of the desk is the body of Tech. The claw edge of a hammer is lodged in his mutilated face.

“What the hell?” Zel asks.

I look back up at the window to find Beast standing there. He still has on the same clothes he wore the day he walked out of the hospital. His blonde hair is hanging down in his face, covering most of his features.

He doesn’t speak for a long moment. He just stares back at us, breathing heavily.

“You okay?” I finally ask.

He turns his head to the side slightly. The same way he did back at the house when we found Summer. I glance over to Maksim. He’s staring at his brother as if he too is trying to get a read on him.

“I need to come home,” Beast finally says.

My shoulders immediately drop. I had no idea how much tension I was holding until he spoke.

“Absolutely, son. You can come home.”

He nods his head and steps through the window, ducking down to get his large body through the shattered glass.

“How did you find us?” Zel asks Beast.

He takes a small black phone out of his pocket. “I took it off one of the Disciples I killed. They broadcast any sightings of us through an app. Tech spotted your car from a traffic light. He sent out the message, but told everyone it was his kill.”

I run a hand over my head. “Fuck, can they trace us back to the ghost house?”

“No. They’ve only been watching the city, but we should definitely dump your car.”

“Wait. Dump whose car?” I ask. “Not my got damn Charger.”

Seth pats me on the shoulder. I turn to glare at him. “Sorry, old man. You’re going to have to get rid of your first love.”

The shit I do for these fuckers.

“Fine. But we’re going to need some new wheels to get back home.”

“I got us covered,” Beast says.

As much as I hated to get rid of my Charger, I knew that it was too well known in the Church community, and it could jeopardize all of us. Despite knowing all of this, it still pissed me off that I had to get rid of the car.

“I think we can chalk this outing up to a bust,” Maksim says coming up behind me. “I can guarantee that Victoria swept this house clean. No need to linger. There will be no information left behind.”

I assumed as much. Corbyn didn’t seem like the type of person that would leave something behind to make it easy for us. I glance over at Roberts’ body sprawled across the wall once again. The man was good to me. From the moment he got me into the Church to the moment he sent me to get Beast and my many years as a member of the Church. Despite how we were introduced, he was a good man. He didn’t deserve the death he was dealt. I would do all that I could to make the person responsible pay for it.

True to his word, Beast had his chop shop guy come and get the Charger and bring us another car. After glancing over my shoulder one last time at my baby, the five of us loaded into a got damn minivan and headed back to the ghost house. On the wayback home, Lucien swept all the traffic cameras in the city clean of us.

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