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Chapter 16

Mel had no idea that tonight was going to be any different than any other night, until she and Dhayn were called into Thrett's office before their patrol. The large male was sitting behind his huge desk working on his desktop tablet when they arrived. What looked like memos and maps covered the screen and gave off a subtle white glow beneath his fingertips as he sorted through his files. Huhnter sat in one of the leather chairs opposite the desk, bent forward with his elbows on his knees. He was filled with a visible tension as he ran his fingers through his short brown hair; his feet bounced below him, shaking his body with the motion.
"You wanted to see us sir?" Dhayn asked, straightening his shoulders.
"Yes," Thrett said, looking up from his work. His piercing blue eyes rested on both Mel and Dhayn in turn. "You will be starting your next phase of training. We have received some intel on the whereabouts of a possible group of Lessers. You and Mehlisha will be accompanying Huhnter and Tyrahnt on a raid later this evening."
Mel held in a gasp. How long had she waited to do some actual fighting? Her blood pumped wildly through her body as adrenalin spiked her veins. They had found plenty of leads on their recon missions over the last few months but had never been released to follow up on them. It left her with a sense of near constant edginess, to continually find danger and then not be able to fight it.
"Thank you sir," Mel said with a slight bow of her head. Thrett only grunted in response, focusing back on his work. Tyrahnt strolled into the room wearing an all black suit and dress shirt. Mel thought that he looked way too dressed up for battle, and wondered if he too was just finding out about the mission.
"The Hummer is out front, stocked and ready," he said, surprising her. Huhnter was up out of his seat and through the door in a blink, leaving Mel and Dhayn to rush after him. They ran down the main hallway and staircase with Tyrahnt on their heels until Huhnter brought them up short at the entrance to the vestibule.
"Are you two ready for this?" he asked, eyeing Mel and Dhayn.
"Yes," she said, Dhayn echoing her answer. Dhayn pulled out his handgun from the holster at his back and Mel, following his lead, unzipped her leather jacket to reveal a small gun strapped to her side. She didn't pull it out, but instead reached down and slid her switchblade from her right knee-high leather boot; flipping it open and closed in one motion, and shoving it back in the hidden holster. She had several blades strapped to her body at any given time, but only saw the need to show him one.
Huhnter gave them a small smile. "Good, those won't kill 'em but they'll slow them down until we can finish the job." Huhnter slid a short black sword from his back and Mel itched to touch the menacing blade. She wondered, not for the first time, what form her black dagger would take should she be granted the station of Brother. She and Dhayn nodded their understanding and followed the Brothers outside.
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Dhayn rubbed the sweat from his palms on his denim-clad knees. He could feel the nervous energy racing through him, but was helpless to stop it. He wasn't afraid of facing their enemy, he was primed and ready for that fight, but of proving himself to the other males on the battlefield. His only hope at having a chance with Tara was to prove his worth to her sire - a feat that was looking more daunting by the day. It seemed to enrage the male that Dhayn would ever have even considered sharing his affection for his daughter with another female.
Thinking about it subjectively Dhayn could see why Thrett was so protective of Tara - he was only trying to shelter her from someone who he deemed to be a fickle and greedy male. He didn't see Dhayn's commitment and devotion to her, his love for every part of who she was. Dhayn's love for Mel discredited his feelings toward Tara in Thrett's eyes - but if Dhayn could gain the male's respect...
"D, we're here," Mel cut into his thoughts, waving her hand in front of his face to catch his attention. Dhayn caught her wrist and kissed her palm before she tugged it away. The look in her eyes was both a warning and a promise. Dhayn threw her a suggestive grin and opened his door.
"Where the fuck are we?" he asked Tyrahnt as he came around the back of the Hummer.
"About eight miles west of the compound. The target is a fishing cabin in those woods," Tyrahnt explained, pointing into the darkened forest edging the dirt road they were parked on.
"What the hell are they doing in a fishing cabin?" Mel asked from beside him. Dhayn listened carefully and could just make out the faint sound of moving water in the distance.
"The river," Dhayn guessed, "they realized we are watching the roads."
"Ten points to Lover-Boy," Huhnter said as he nudged Tyrahnt aside and pulled open the back of the Hummer. The inside looked empty and big enough to store a cow, until Tyrant reach in and pressed a code into a small keypad that was disguised to look like part of a rear entertainment unit. The floor slid away with a soft hiss, revealing a large storage bay filled with weapons. Dhayn recognized some of them; knives, handguns, and semiautomatics, but there were several things that he didn't have a name for. He reached in to pick up a long unmarked black cylinder with a square silver button, but was stopped by a leather-clad hand.
"We don't won't be needing that tonight," Tyrahnt said with a grin, and Dhayn was surprised to hear Mel's burst of laughter. She cut it off immediately, but all three males turned to her at once. Her cheeks flamed with embarrassment. "Hmm, are you familiar with my work, Mehlisha?" Tyrahnt asked with a raised brow. Her blush was accentuated by her look of surprise.
"Y-your work? You mean you invented that?" Mel asked, stepping forward to look closer at the offending object.
"He made all of this," Huhnter answered, waving at the cache of weapons. Dhayn didn't like the way the other males were looking at her now, their curiosity sparked. He was missing something here but didn't know what.
"Why do you have...it with all these weapons?" Mel motioned to the cargo, still trying to hide her blush. Dhayn looked at her in confusion. How did she know what any of those were? They took all the same training courses. Tyrahnt laughed and raked a slow gaze over Mel's body. Her jeans and leather boots and coat suddenly seemed far to tight for Dhayn's liking. He stepped in front of his female possessively, shielding her from the other males. She shoved him to the side and squinted her eyes in irritation.
"So you do know what it is." Tyrahnt smiled at her suggestively. "We sometimes find that interrogating people through pain isn't the best course of action, so I devised a device to exploit other weaknesses. Did it work? Did I make you weak?"
The words had barely lefts his lips when Mel's fist connected with Tyrahnt's jaw, sending him reeling backward. "I am not weak!" Mel shouted, her body tensed for a fight. Tyrahnt chuckled as he straightened. One hand reached up to rub his face. Huhnter broke out into laughter.
"What the fuck?" Dhayn said finally, looking to Mel for answers. She didn't relax from her stance and kept her mouth shut in an angry line. Dhayn turned to face Tyrahnt instead. "What the fuck is that thing? And why does Mel know what it is?" That brought out a smile on the male's face.
"I'm guess because she used one," another raised eyebrow directed at Mel, "it's called a stimulator, it…" Tyrahnt was cut off by the barrel of a gun held at ready in Mel's steady hand.
"It's a sex toy, useless against Lessers, so moving right along. What does this do?" Mel asked. She turned her aim away from Tyrahnt and looked over the thick-barreled gun in her hand.
"Hand-held rocket launcher," he answered.
"And this?" Mel pointed with her other hand to another sturdy looking weapon.
"Compact flame thrower. Laser cutter. Semiautomatic crossbow. EMT transmitter. Underwater riffle." Tyrahnt listed off his weapons as she pointed to them.
"So we are prepared for practically anything," Mel laughed, easing the tension. Dhayn was intrigued by a few of the devices Mel hadn't pointed out, but his mind was still stuck back on sex toy. Mel was using sex toys? Without him? Huh.
"My favorite is that suit, but he has only made the one so far," Huhnter pointed at his partner with an envious glint in his eye. Dhayn looked over at the black suit that looked better suited for a ball than a battle and wondered what there was to covet about it.
"What's the big deal with the suit?" Mel asked. "I mean, sure it's nice and all, but it's no flame thrower." She balanced the deceptively small weapon in her hands.
"I have been working on a substitute for body armor for some time now. The standard Kevlar is still too bulky for my tastes. I decided to make something better," Tyrahnt said, gesturing to his slick black suit.
"That's body armor?" Mel asked in disbelief, gesturing with the flamethrower. Dhayn had to agree; the black tailored suit looked closer to something he would buy in an expensive Italian shop than an armory.
"If you were to try to stab or shoot me, the engineered polymer of the suit would protect me by reacting to the force, and the material is flame resistant, but my exposed skin would still burn." He eyed the weapon in her hands cautiously. Mel set it back in the storage bay.
"Now if you newbies are done being awed by all the fancy toys, we have some pale fuckers to ambush," Huhnter interrupted, reaching in to palm two of the more normal looking guns - though now Dhayn wondered what they really were.
Focusing his mind back on the mission, Dhayn cleared his mind of distractions and set his senses on alert. The distant sound of water rippling over the river rocks became his anchor. He could hear distant voices and a muffled laugh track. "They're watching TV," he said with a smile, tensing to run.
"Alright Lover-Boy, lead the way." Huhnter shut the back hatch and scanned his thumb to put the Hummer on lockdown. Dhayn gave Mel a brief smile before taking off into the trees.
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There was nothing Mel loved more than running at full speed, the wind blowing her hair off her face and burning in her lungs, her muscles heating with exertion, the adrenaline pumping through her veins giving her an almost euphoric high. Although glancing back at Dhayn running just behind her she could think of one thing she liked better.
She dodged around tree trunks and leapt over fallen limbs, her footing light and silent on the frozen earth. She paced herself to the rhythm of the three males behind her, the whisper of their pant legs brushing with each long stride the only sound betraying their stealth. It still filled her with a secret pride that she could outrun most of the Brothers; her speed both inherited and honed to become her greatest asset. The males fell into step along side her as she slowed her pace approaching the cabin.
It was a simple log structure surrounded by overgrown bushes and flattened brown grass that probably stood as high as her waist in the summer. There was yellow light spilling out from a small window on the sides of the cabin and the large front window facing the river, catching the ripples in the choppy water and painting them in a cascade of golden sparkles over the inky black water. The river seemed to open even wider this far from the city, a good twenty feet across to the border of trees on the other side. There was smoke twisting lazily up into the sky from the large chimney dominating the back of the cabin.
The smell of burning cedar scented the small clearing, but it was polluted by the sickly sweet smell of baby powder that lingered in the air. Mel screwed up her nose and waited for her signal to move in. The tension in her tightly coiled muscles felt ready to snap, but she waited silently as Tyrahnt and Huhnter stocked silently toward the cabin and disappeared around the side of the small building. Moments later Huhnter came back within sight and signaled for Mel and Dhayn to close in behind him.
Mel withdrew the two blades at her sides as she ran quickly across the frostbitten earth to hide in the shadows of their enemies' hideout. She heard the soft click of Dhayn's pistol being readied behind her as she peered around the corner and watched Tyrahnt connect a small black box to the handle of the only door leading in or out of the cabin - a thick wooden number that matched the rest of the ancient place. He hurried silently toward where Mel and the others stood waiting and readied his own weapons - a pair of sleek looking semiautomatics.
A bright blue light accompanied a loud bang as the door was blown off its hinges and into the cabin. Tyrahnt ran forward with Huhnter on his heals, Mel and Dhayn followed closely behind them. Mel was shocked as they approached the door that there was no smoke from the explosion to inhibit her senses - another of Tyrahnt's inventions no doubt. The male was truly a genius.
She only had a second to admire his handiwork before the attack began. The cabin was blanketed in darkness, the device having locked out the lights as well as the door. As the four of them rushed into the building they had only the light from the slowly dying fire with which to see their prey - which would definitely give them another advantage over the Lessers trapped inside.
The moment Mel stepped over the threshold she sunk into a crouch, narrowly avoiding a chair as it soared across the room and smashed into pieces against the far wall. Straightening, she located the fucker who had thrown it across the room. He was pasty like the other four engaged in fights around the large open room, but still had a mop of brown hair, signaling his newness to the curse. Still, Mel knew better than to underestimate his strength. Faking right, she dodged left to avoid the next chair and leapt over a coffee table to land within reach of her target. She didn't give him time to react, her right hand flew out the moment she landed, sinking her four inch blade into his thigh, her left driving the other into his eye socket. The lesser screamed and clutched at his face, but Mel pulled two more blades from her wrist sheathes and scissored them across his jugular, a fountain of black blood spraying out and silencing his cries.
Motion to her right had her spinning a tight circle and bracing for a block, but Huhnter took the lesser to the ground from behind, driving his long black dagger through the back and piercing his heart. With a loud pop and a flash of light the poor fucker was gone. Huhnter quickly dispensed of the lesser Mel had left bleeding out on the floor and straightened to stand beside her.
Looking around the room, Mel could tell the fight was over; there was broken furniture and vile black blood covering the majority of the once cozy cabin, but the Lessers were gone. She was a little disappointed; she had thought that they would put up a better fight. She said as much as they washed off some of the grime at the edge of the river.
"That was a small group of newbies, not much of a challenge," Huhnter agreed, his face still speckled with black. He was scrubbing his hands in the ice-cold water until they turned from black to bright pink.
"Want to try out my rocket?" Tyrahnt asked, suddenly beside her. She heard Dhayn growl deep in his throat. She whipped her eyes to him and took in his aggressive posture, but Tyrahnt only laughed. "Easy Lover-Boy, I only meant this." He held out the thick-barreled gun she had been admiring back at the Hummer. Mel took it from him gingerly and waited for his instruction. He only waved toward the cabin with a gesture of his left hand.
"Point and shoot?" Mel asked. When he nodded, she aimed at the small log cabin and had a moment of grief for the poor old thing, before pulling the trigger and releasing the rocket.
The resulting explosion was much bigger than Mel had anticipated, the blow knocking her back into Tyrahnt's hard body. He caught her easily with a laugh, but then there was another growl followed by a splash as Dhayn body-checked the other male into the water. Before Tyrahnt could retaliate Mel shoved Dhayn in after him. Both males scrambled out of the freezing cold water with stunned looks on their faces and Huhnter began to laugh in earnest. Another splash as Tyrahnt pushed his partner in the river and Mel didn't have any plans to be next. She backed away from Dhayn as he stalked toward her, his clothes clinging to his skin with the weight of the water.
"See you back at the car," she called over her shoulder with a smile, as she turned on a dime and burst into a sprint for the trees.
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