Chapter 4

Revelations

Sam had arrived in New York and was making her way to Sperber Tower. The bustling city streets made her feel a little claustrophobic. Tourists, businessmen, interns and others walked by her as she proceeded to her objective. Getting into the building would be easy. Gaining access to the restricted areas and getting out undetected would be an entirely different story.

As she neared her target she vanished into an ally as a police car passed. Most police forces around these parts had connections to the Hexites. Once the car had vanished out of sight, she proceeded down the street towards her target. All the while she scanned the rooftops, fire escapes and other elevated positions where a foe could get the drop on her. Gargoyles were vicious talons for hire , they are known for double crossing people and loved to ambush their targets. The savage attacks left the local police with little to clean up, other then a smear.

She came to a stop at a crosswalk and cast her gaze upwards. The skyscraper with heavily tinted windows and a giant golden neon sign shaped like a stylized bird of prey loomed menacingly over the city. She almost expected lightning to flash and an organ to start playing from out of no where. No such theatrics occurred, and so she advanced across the street amongst a crowd of pedestrians. Unfazed by the dangers that awaited her in the rotten core of the Big Apple.

...

Jonathan had little time to say good bye to his family. They had seemed confused at his sudden urge to get them back home after they had spent so much time and money to get here. It was for the best however, they were safe. For now, Jonathan now sat alone in the cabin of a private jet that was flying to Prague. He had been greeted by the pilot and co pilot who had been waiting for him outside of the plane. They had only spoken to him once.

"Sit." They had told him upon boarding the plane. Gesturing to a designated chair.

Then the duo made their way to the cockpit and got the plane airborne within in a few minutes.

Now they were at 25,000 ft over the Atlantic, heading towards Europe.

You would be panicking too right?

From the forward sections of the plane came a tall man dressed in a black suit over a white dress shirt with a red tie. He had a pin on the left side if his chest. Two swords in a V shape with a serpent going in between the two, barring its fangs.

He had brown eyes, a pale completion, and slick oily black hair.

He took a knee next to our hero and cleared his throat.

"Hello John. Can I call you John?" He asked.

"Sure."

"Ok then. Seems like you're nervous John. Would you like drink, some peanuts maybe?"

"No thank you."

"I'm glad you have some manners. Your predecessor wasn't as polite. So I cut out his tongue. You will be held to the same expectations is that understood?"

Jonathan nodded.

"Good, good. Now, the book if you please."

Our hero handed the man the book with a shaky hand.

"Thank you my goodman." The man said snatching the book from his hands.

"Sir, storm front at 12 o'clock. Looks pretty bad. If we divert and go around it'll be a lot safer but our flight will be about an hour or two longer." The Pilot shouted from the cockpit.

"Can't we just go over it?" The man asked.

"Negative, we're at our maximum altitude. The plane can't go any higher." the co pilot replied.

"Punch through the storm, only divert if you truly think it will be an issue!" the man ordered.

Jonathan heard the aircraft's engine throttle up as they entered the clouds.

"Listen...dude. I don't know who you are and what you want with me. So now that you have your book. Can you just let me go, I just don't want any trouble."

"First off, call me Mr. V. Not dude. Secondly, your have a role to play in Prague. We have enemies there who need to be dealt with. Our top agents have been killed trying to infiltrate their compound. However we have a feeling they'll trust you because of your...previously established connections." The man replied.

"Connections?" Jonathan asked.

"We know about your little stay at Hotel Tranyslvania. We know about your personal relations with Dracula's daughter. Tell me John, what is it like to be the lover of a monster?"

Jonathan delivered a strong right hook to his foe's jaw. Nobody talked about Mavis like that. Mr. V snarled and got up, dragging Jonathan out of his seat and throwing him onto the floor. With a brutal kick he sent the boy's head slamming into the metal supports of the seat.

"Listen to me kid! You don't seem to get it, I'm very simple man." He hissed, snapping his fingers.

Two men brought a man with a bag over his head from the front of the plane. They pulled the bag off to reveal the wolf headed man: Wayne. Mr. V pulled a revolver from his belt and pointed it at Wayne, he then turned and shot Jonathan in the knee.

"You either do what I say or I tear your world apart piece by piece. Now, I hate repeating myself so make sure you listen closely this time. Once we get to Prague you will follow the instructions we give you or I will personally put this dog down. Get the picture?!" He shouted as our hero screamed in pain.

Suddenly the plane jolted.

"What the hell?" One of the men grumbled.

In the cockpit, the pilots were shouting.

"Sever turbulence up ahead. You guys should strap in!"

"We've got a lot of lighting, this is not good!"

"It's the thunder you should be worried about!" Wayne told them, a grin creeping across his muzzle.

A fierce cry shook the airplane. Suddenly there was a loud SCREECH as if someone had used a rock to cut into metal. There was a loud CRUNCH SNAP! The plane went into free fall. Jonathan fought the urge to puke as he and everyone else in the cabin began to float. Suddenly the plane stopped with the nose pointed at the ocean and everyone was sent hurtling towards the cockpit. They crashed into the walls and seats as a massive beak tore open the back half of the plane.

It locked eyes with Jonathan, then it turned the fuselage so that the rear of the aircraft was facing down. The bird began to shake the plane, trying to force the occupants to fall out. Eventually they did, the bird quickly went into a dive. Chasing after Wayne and a Jonathan. It gently caught them in its talons and flew away from the scene. Leaving the others to fall from thousands of feet up into the sea.

"Jack, take us to Paris." Wayne pleaded.

The bird bobbed its head in agreement and flew off to the east, taking the storm with it.

"Jonny, do you still have your phone?" Wayne asked.

"Uh yeah, but its got no signal." He replied drearily.

"Well when you start getting service again, pass it to me. I need to make a call." The werewolf instructed.

...

Sam released the guard from her headlock as he slipped into unconsciousness. She quickly made her way through the room. Weaving in between the dozens large black machines that were lined up in rows that went across the server room. She checked the large red print on each of the machines in an effort to find her target.

Finances, no.

Personal Files, nope.

Research and Development, yes!

She opened up the laptop that was strapped to the front of the machine. It promptly asked for a login ID and password. She took out her computer buster, a gauntlet like device armed with a large spike, at the end was special USB like tip that could suck all information directly from the hard drive.

She drove the spike into the USB port, rotating it around until she heard the gauntlet click. She now had a direct link to the hard drive. The laptop screen went nuts, it began flickering rapidly as it was drained of all its information. The large machine the laptop was strapped to was humming and whirring loudly. Then with a loud PFTZZZ the laptop screen exploded in a shower of sparks and the machine went silent. The download was complete.

Now to get the heck out of here.

A voice from behind made her jump.

"We have an intruder in the server room!"

Two guards, both dressed in typical police-like uniforms. They drew their tasers and took aim.

"Get on the ground!" One of them demanded.

She drew her dagger and reached for her Pit Viper.

"Drop your weapons and get on the ground!" The guard demanded.

She scowled and refused to comply, and so the guards fired. Our heroine surged forward baseball sliding into one of the guards causing him to fall over. She came out of the slide in a crouch and shot the other guard in back as he drew his nightstick and turned around to attack. She then put her knee down on the other's neck and with a quick strong push downwards crushed his windpipe.

She stood up as more guards stormed the room, one of them rushed her with electrified nightstick. A quick uppercut stunned him allowing her to follow up with a quick crossbow bolt to the leg, rendering the guard incapacitated. Another guard took aim, this one had a high powered shotgun. She rushed him, holstering her Pit Viper and grabbing ahold of the barrel of the gun with her free hand and forcing the guard to point it downwards. She then grabbed hold of his face and slammed his head into one of the machines. He fell to the ground with a groan.

Then from behind she felt two spiked barbs dig into her back,followed by the sensation of her body being fried from the inside out. Electric weapons were very useful on her kind. Despite her will to fight on her body became weak and she began to stumble around. Another guard came into view, punching her directly in the face.

Lights out.

...

When she came to, she was lying on an operating table with men in lab coats surrounding her. A person chuckled as she tried to look around.

"You know you're lucky I love science so much, otherwise I would have someone take you out to some god forsaken desert without any of those little pills you eat in order to survive and see how long it takes for you to shrivel up and die." The female voice hissed.

Sam flinched as she felt a needle penetrate the skin on her arm. She struggled but the scientists held her down so that the injection could be finished.

"I hope you enjoy this little gift, its the serum that's been causing our most recent media fiasco."

"The synthetic compound is already reconfiguring your DNA structure. If you survive the full mutation cycle, then you'll be the first of many soldiers that will ensure our rise to global superiority. Within weeks, the Cryptites will be destroyed and this war will be over."

Sam continued to struggle, but realized she was being held to the table via iron cuffs.

"The sad part is that we don't know how long the mutation cycle is. No one has ever survived long enough. If you don't implode them you'll most likely be reduced to a mutated husk with no hope of recovery." The girl said.

Sam turned to look at her.

She had bleach blonde hair that was tied back in a ponytail. She wore a white lab coat and a black dress skirt. She had light blue eyes that showed little to no emotion, it was hard to tell what she was thinking. The devilish smirk on her face assured Sam that this chick was definitely a evil.

Our heroine looked around, looking for a means of escape.

She noticed a lab technician taking a drink from a water bottle. The girl realized what she was looking at and turned to scold the technician.

"You idiot, put that away before-"

Too late.

Sam put her powers to work. She mentally pulled the water from the bottle and turned it to ice. She then willed the ice to explode like a bomb. Shards of ice flew out in every direction, injuring everyone in the room. One of the ice shares had impaled itself in the restraint control panel, causing to short circuit.

She sprang to her feet as the scientists fled the room. She walked over to a table and grabbed her confiscated gear before venturing out in the narrow hallways. She hung a left and entered a wide open space. The blacked out windows had masked the contents of this room from the outside world.

Slender tanks of water contained men, women, and children hooked up to various machines and fully submerged. Their veins were black, skin growing pale. That's where the similarities ended. One man was had elongated jaw, a child's eyes had been replaced with gill like slits. One woman's had elongated bones posturing from her arms, resembling blades.

Sam began taking pictures as she heard building alarms begin to sound. Behind her, she could hear shouting and people running towards her. She quickly became mobile, weaving in between the dozens of tanks that filled the space.

Her pursuers were rapidly closing, in she became lost in the maze of glass tanks. Trying to find an emergency staircase or something that would help her escape. She then looked to one of the blacked out windows. Could she make such a jump?

The sound of her pursuers closing in sent her sprinting forward. She drew her Pit Viper and took a few shots at the window, causing it to shatter. Behind her, guards were t,Inge shots at her but the bullets were whizzing past her head. Missing by just inches. She jumped from the window, willing a small air burst to form behind her. This extra boost propelled her across the gap between the Sperber Building and the average office building across the street. She crashed through another window and rolled to a halt after crashing through a cubicle. She passed in and out of conciseness over the next few minutes. Either from blood loss, via the cuts the crash through the window had given her or the fact that she used her powers in such an urban area. The NYPD took her into custody and hauled her off to the station.

...

A few hours later she was given her phone call and by that evening Oliver had come to bail her out of jail. Once they got in his car, she hoped he wouldn't ask any questions.

He did.

"Sam, how did a homework related trip end with you being arrested?"

She sighed and quickly fabricated a story.

"Some creep kept following me. I smacked him after he refused to leave me alone and it led to a fight, police broke it up and arrested us for disturbance of the peace." She explained.

"Right, so how did you get those cuts on your face and neck?" He asked with a raised eyebrow.

"He had a knife." She told him.

"Well you have a black eye. He must of got you good." He muttered.

"Meh, not really. He was kind of a pushover." She said with a shrug.

They drove for a few minutes in silence before she spoke up.

"Do you have your laptop?"

"Yup, in my bag on the back seat."

She reached back and grabbed the machine, setting it in her lap and powering it up.

"Password?" She asked.

He sighed and gave her a series of numbers in response followed by the name Kara.

"Ollie." She grumbled upon hearing this.

"I know I know, I need to change it. I just haven't gotten around to it yet." He grumbled.

"It's been six months dude." She chided.

"Yeah, yeah I know." He replied.

"I can't believe she did that to you. After all that you did for her. She just turns around and starts dating your best friend." She hissed.

"Like you said, its been six months. Now they're living in LA together. Can't say I'm not happy for her." He grumbled.

"That doesn't make it right." She huffed, taking the chip from her computer buster and inserting into the laptop.

"It's not about me anymore." He told her.

"That's BS and you know it! You didn't deserve that Ollie. No one does." She snapped, examine the files she had stolen.

She read one in particular, and after rereading three times she gasped.

"Everything alright?" Her friend asked.

"No, pull over when you can." She instructed.

He did as instructed, pulling into a parking garage and coming to a stop in an empty spot.

"I need to make a call." She said as she took out her phone and exited the car.

She dialed the number she had memorized. He didn't answer. For now, a voice mail would have to do.

"Hey Shaun, listen you need to call me back ASAP. We have a huge problem here in New York. I got ahold of some files from Sperber Tower. You're not gonna believe this. They have Abraham's body hidden somewhere in the US. I think they're going to try and resurrect him with the book."

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A.N- Well this chapter was supposed to be a bit longer but I cut it down a bit a moved some content over to the beginning of the next chapter. Sorry it's been awhile since I've updated, school is a pain! Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Thanks for stopping by and reading! I look forward to reading reviews and answering questions you may have (unless you want spoilers, because I won't answer those ones).

Until next time,

Wolf out!