Cloak & Ghost: Rebel Cell by Moeller Jonathan

Author:Moeller, Jonathan
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: riordan, cloak games, nadia moran, morvilind
Publisher: Jonathan Moeller

Chapter 6: Creatures

Before we left, Martin insisted that we take some equipment.

He gave us both armor vests. That was probably a wise precaution, though I have to admit it looked odd combined with my dress and shoes. But while my dress and shoes were nice, they wouldn’t stop bullets, and the armor vest would. I was more impressed that Martin had an armor vest that actually fit me. Riordan had given me ballistic armor as an engagement present, and he had custom-ordered it.

Riordan…

If he was hurt, God, if he had been killed, I was going to make Navarre and every single one of his men pay. I had spent a century and a half killing creatures in the Eternity Crucible. I could spend an evening exterminating Navarre and his goons.

Martin also gave us each a radio, with a belt unit and a speaker clipped to the shoulders of our vests. If we could destroy Navarre’s radio jammer or move out of range of it, we could use the radios to call directly to him.

With that, I took Caina’s hand again, cast the Cloak spell, and we headed across the lawn for the mansion. We circled around the building, came to the truck port, and climbed into the dock. Nothing had changed in our absence. The Rebels still stood with their pallet jacks and their AK-47s. They had the look of men who were waiting for something.

“Goddamn it,” snarled one of the Rebels. “What the hell is taking those idiots so long?” He was a lean, vicious-looking man with a hard slash of a mouth and thick black hair.

I glanced back at Caina, mouthed the word “wait”, and she nodded in answer.

“They’re having trouble cutting through the vault door,” said another Rebel. “It’s thicker than they thought.”

“Well, they’d better figure it out right now,” said the first Rebel. “We’ve got an hour at most before the Elven nobles attack, and if we’re not gone with the weapon by then, we’re finished.”

“Should we tell Navarre?” said the second Rebel.

The first Rebel hesitated and then shook his head. “No. He needs to keep an eye on the hostages. I’ll go figure out what’s going on.”

He started to turn.

“You sure you want to go alone, Bell?” said the second Rebel. “This place isn’t secure. We found that dead patrol in the admin wing of the mansion. Someone with a gun is wandering around the corridors, and Navarre’s pets haven’t found them yet.”

I smirked behind my Cloak spell. I wondered how the Rebels would react if they knew that the women who had killed their patrol stood a few yards away.

“Good point,” said the first Rebel, who I assumed was named Bell. “You just volunteered.” He raised his voice. “I’m going to go see what the hell’s taking so long at the vault. You stay here and make sure the truck is ready to go. Hugh, with me.” The second Rebel fell in after Bell, and I tugged on Caina’s hand and followed them.

There was a large freight elevator on the other side of the truck dock, the kind with a metal cage for a door.

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