Page 7 of Anger

Sadness swamped her as she thought of those they had lost. Innocent lives. The question of why this had happened to them bugged her. It felt like they were targeted, but it didn’t make sense. They hadn’t been the only squadron of God’s Warriors, although they’d been the most favoured. Was that why they’d been sabotaged? Lamia somehow knew they had been.

“Where did your mind go?” Sphinx questioned as they headed downstairs to find Minotaur.

“The past. Which is always unpleasant,” Lamia replied.

“Do you still grieve?” Sphinx asked cautiously.

“No. Grief is something I don’t experience. I was wondering though, why us? Somehow, I know we were targeted. Somebody wanted it to be us that was affected.”

“You believe that someone knew what would happen to us?” Sphinx gasped.

“You’re the riddle master, Sphinx, what do you think?”

“That is something I shall consider, sister,” Sphinx replied.

They entered the room where Minotaur stood as it gazed at the man he killed. “Deception feasted well tonight.”

“He reeked of it,” Lamia agreed.

“Can we return now?” Minotaur said. “I feel uneasy. Almost like I’m being watched.”

“Then we’ll leave,” Lamia urged, and they headed towards a mirror. One by one, they called Mary and flowed through it.

In the bedroom upstairs, a camera blinked a red light, recording all that had taken place.

Chapter Two.

Lanie/Lamia

Getting into the car the next morning, both McIntyre and Ranson greeted Lanie. Ranson was driving, but Lanie sensed some unease from them both.

“Is there a problem?” she asked, concerned.

“We’ve had word there is a worrying package at the office. My security team has isolated it in a fireproof lab and is awaiting my arrival,” Ranson replied.

“Do we need to evacuate?” Lanie questioned, worried.

While, like most of her race, she didn’t rate humanity much, these were her employees, and therefore she was responsible for them.

“No. It is in a secure lab, Miss Cross,” Ranson responded.

“I’ll accompany you,” Lanie stated.

“I have to insist you head to your office, Miss Cross,” McIntyre said.

“And I’ll inform you that I pay your wages, and while I appreciate your diligence, I will see what is going on,” Lanie replied. She wished to understand what the threat was.

“Then you shall have our resignation when we arrive at the office. If you undermine my security procedures, Miss Cross, we are ineffective as guards,” Ranson announced.

Lanie’s eyes narrowed. “That is the fifth time you’ve offered to resign, Ranson. One day, I will accept it. Fine, I’ll go and hide like a coward.”

“Being safe is not being cowardly. It is sensible.”

“So you say,” Lanie snapped and sat back in her seat.

McIntyre and Ranson swapped amused glances, and Lanie glowered at them. Their vulnerability exceeded hers, but she couldn’t tell them that. Humanity’s stupid roles and rules meant that someone of her status used security. Lanie didn’t need it, but if she did not have guard’s, eyebrows would be raised. Plus, it would also put a different target on her back.

Hunters might not know her identity, but other threats existed. Due to her wealth, there were kidnapping and death threats and even blackmail attempts. None ever worked out, and she’d sent a fair few to court and prosecuted them. Lanie had around ten years to make a difference before disappearing. And she intended to make the most of it.

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