Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Descent: Child of Shadows ❯ Chapter 11

Descent: Child of Shadows Eleven

The guns were warm in the redhead's hands as she ran forward, firing them continuously and dropping several of the security guards in bursts of blood. Alarms wailed across the summer home, the finely kept lawn outside littered with dead dogs and fallen men. The front door swung open, the men who had been guarding them laying in still warm pools of their own blood.

"Alpha team, respond! Beta, where are you?" the head of security called, but silence was his only answer as he flipped through the various frequencies. "It's just one woman," he growled into the radio before ordering, "somebody kill that bitch!"

"Then the bitch is back," the voice purred from right behind him then with a soft sound the whole world went black.

The young woman casually stepped over the dead body, humming to herself cheerfully as she bent over the computers of the security center. She slid an unmarked disk in and booted it up, sending several different viruses into the system. Then she shut all the cameras and other security equipment down before leaving the room.

With unerring precision she made her way towards the back bedroom, following along the map that she had memorized days before. The two guards standing by the door actually got a shot off before she dropped them, the silenced shots giving no additional warning to who waited inside. Quietly she opened the door, the black business suit she was wearing making her nearly a perfect match for the usual security goons.

"Miss, there's been shots fired," she reported as she walked towards the bed where the woman lay, "but no indications that they've broken in this far into the mansion."

"Any indications on numbers?" the older woman asked, her brown hair streaked with a bit of gray. The head of one of the largest crime families on the east coast she was in frail health, but sadly not frail enough for some people.

"It's just one attacker, I'm afraid," she casually pulled out her federal issue pistol once she was close enough, all ready to fire.

"Wait," the older woman protested, "I can pay more than...." The gun was nearly silent as she fired, splattering the lady's brains up against the back wall.

"I'm not in it just for the money," she murmured as she slid her gun away and pulled out a digital camera, snapping off all the photos she needed quickly. Just as fast she put the camera away and left, calmly blending in with the confused security staff as she slipped away from the building.

Her earpiece chirped as she climbed into her car out in the woods beyond the mansion, swiftly stripping her black coat off. "Aileen, how did it go?" she heard from the car phone as she unbuttoned the white shirt to reveal her bra.

"Smooth as silk, Cathy," a smiling Aileen answered, slipping her dress shoes off and then tugging her pants down. "That virus should help get you into their financial records as well," she added as Aileen bundled up all of the clothes that she had been wearing and tossed them aside with her shoes not too far from the older car.

"Make sure you do the guns, too," Cathy added, "this is a big job."

With a bit of regret Aileen tossed her pistols on top of the pile, the woman standing there nude for a moment. She swiftly pulled on a matching set of sweatshirt and pants even as she asked, "Is there anything on the police band?"

"Nothing, as expected," Cathy answered smugly, "the old bat was wanted in ten states, they can't call in the cops without admitting they are harboring her."

"Good," Aileen said as she fished the small device out of her car, pulled the pin and then easily tossed it onto the pile.

The thermite charge burned searingly hot, scorching the clothes to ash and searing the guns clean of any genetic remnants. The guns themselves could be traced by serial numbers but all they'd find was a former CIA black ops organization. The car smoothly slipped onto the roads away from the mansion, traveling at a moderate speed along a heavily traveled route.

"I've got another job lined up," Cathy's voice came from the car's speakers.

Aileen looked up as a helicopter whirred by overhead, sweeping towards the mansion with grim purpose. 'Wonder which of her greedy sons is running in to take over?' she wondered. "That was fast," she answered Cathy, "but why would I be interested?"

"You and you challenges," Cathy muttered under her breath. "Well, how about this," she continued, "the bounty is on a demon."

"Seriously?" Aileen's eyes lit up slightly. "So who's putting it out?" she asked.

"Lady Diana, over on the east coast," Cathy reported crisply, "seems they're having some real problems with this critter." She paused a moment before adding, "And a Knight Templar."

"My old brotherhood," Aileen's voice dropped to a deadly purr, "yes, I'm very interested in this job." Her voice became business like, "Make the arrangements, Cathy, I'm going to need several untraceable guns, holy water, and bullets from our renegade priest."

"They'll be ready," Cathy agreed, "I've already got a flight out ready at the airport, passport and basic gear there to be picked up."

"Then I'll see you soon," Aileen shut the phone down, her thoughts already occupied on planning out the upcoming job.

Meanwhile, halfway across the country the crack house burned away merrily, the flames rapidly consuming the older building as it's occupants awoke from their beatings, gazing in shock from the lawn as their livelihood went up in smoke.

"Was that really necessary?" Sam asked, the brown haired young woman watching intently from their position of concealment.

Descent shook her head, her black hair blowing in the breeze as the demoness waited patiently. "They were selling tainted merchandise," she answered coldly, "much of which was intended to enslave the users. I won't allow that to continue."

Sam pulled one of her pistols, checking it over efficiently before sliding it away. "So how will this help us find the killer?" she asked coldly.

"Shaking down the small fry hasn't helped us," Descent answered her, "so we need to move up the food chain a bit. Loosing this operation means that they're going to have to contact a superior, and we'll be watching."

Sam saw a young man pull out a phone and hissed, "Here we go."

Descent's vision was frighteningly sharp, seeing the numbers he was pressing as if she was right beside him. She jotted it down then passed it to Sam, "So how do we track this?"

Sam pulled her own phone out and dialed as she said, "I'll pass it on to a contact of mine, he'll be able to find out who it belongs to."

The two slipped away, walking through the long abandoned building to where Sam had parked the sports car. Once belonging to one of Diana's people they had liberated it for their use, rationalizing that they were using it for a better purpose.

"Isn't that illegal?" Decent asked with a little smile, sitting down in the passenger's side.

"Yes," Sam said dryly from the driver's side, "so?"

"Besides which," Descent actually smirked, "we're on a mission from god."

Sam thumped her head on the steering wheel and groaned out, "You know how often I get the Blues Brothers jokes?"

Descent just chuckled, "Couldn't resist." A bit more seriously she said, "I know we're both living outside the law, but it still bothers me occasionally."

"Me, too," Sam admitted as they pulled out, moving onto a side street. Her eyes narrowed dangerously, "I just try to keep in mind the sort of things were fighting against."

"Fair enough," Descent looked out on the houses and buildings passing them by, the breeze gently ruffling her hair.

Sam's phone rang and she answered it, listening intently as her eyes widened. "Could you repeat that?" she asked, then nodded seriously. "Thank you," and she disconnected.

"What?" Descent demanded as Sam sat there silently a moment.

"The phone number is registered to a company that handles bulk services," Sam said quietly, "in this case to the Mayor's office." She puffed out a breath as she bitterly asked, "How deep does the corruption go in this city?"

"Where ever it goes," Descent answered, "we'll follow."

Sam nodded, "You've got that right."

Across town in a high-rise office building an icy looking blonde listened to the report calmly. "I want the house reopened," Lina coldly ordered, "acquire another dump in the area and resume operations by tomorrow."

"It's too soon, we can't...." he started.

"Do you really want to report failure in this?" Lina asked, the threat only carried in her tone of voice. After a moment she said, "I'll ensure you have no difficulties with City Hall."

"Ma'am," he acknowledged and she hung up.

Lina left her office and strode down the hallway, opening a door at the end of the hall. The leather clad woman looked up fearfully, then curtsied formally as she said, "Ma'am."

"Madam Mayor," Lina smirked, taking in the leather straps that bound the sexy older woman so cruelly into her fetish uniform, the shining metal collar that was locked around her slim neck, "I have some more work for you."

To be continued...