Pyros: DarkWorld: Skinwalker 0.5 (Novella) (DarkWorld: Origins Book 1) by Ayer T.G

Author:Ayer, T.G. [Ayer, T.G.]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Infinite Ink Books
Published: 2014-07-26T16:00:00+00:00

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Chapter 13

Logan whispered a silent thanks that Jess had helped this time. She was an enigma – only using her abilities when she deemed fit. The team saw that as arrogance but Gunther tolerated every bit of her high and mighty ways.

She hardly said much, and had an old-world manner of speaking that was at time regal and sometimes comical, her use of English seemingly like a second language, though Logan could never detect an accent. Worse than all of that was her lack of emotion. And for some reason she had been assigned to Logan instead of one of the other teams.

Now she squeezed past Logan, on her way to the back of the helicopter, her face implacable as she said, "Your thoughts, Logan, are loud and abrasive. You should clear your mind and rest."

Logan snorted. He had almost forgotten that Jess could hear his thoughts, unless he shuttered his mind the way he'd been taught. He concentrated and seconds later–

"Thank you, Logan. Now please rest."

Now, as steel wings flapped overhead, bearing them home, Logan stared straight ahead at Saleem. His dark locks framed a face strong with his Persian heritage. A tattoo swirled on his cheek, crawling across his cheek from beneath his left ear, along his hairline and ending at the corner of his left eye. Whenever he studied the markings he always felt a twinge of pain at the thought of the agony his friend must have gone through to have the tattoo etched on such sensitive areas.

"He who can withstand the bite of pain is but a real man." Saleem peered at him through barely open eyes.

"He who can withstand the pull of sleep is the real man," he jested back at Saleem.

"Sleep is sustenance and a man without sustenance will surely perish." Saleem smiled a benevolent smile.

"Touché, my friend."

Then both men shut their eyes, intending to get some semblance of rest.

Logan's sat-phone bleeped and he peered at it with bleary eyes, before taking the call.

The conversation didn't last long. Gunther was a man of few words. And Logan knew sleep would be a long time coming.

Cutting the call he looked up, sensing eyes on him. Saleem, Mik and Sandi stared at him, waiting. Jess, of course, would have heard the whole conversation, with her mind magyk.

"We're back on the clock, bunnies. Body dump in Chicago. Jess and I need to check it out. You three can go back to HQ and get some rest.."

They didn't look pleased. All three were concerned with Logan's sleep patterns and knew he'd gotten barely twenty minutes of z's in the last forty hours. Fatigue would burn a mage out faster than the magyk itself. They were right.

"I promise to get some shut-eye as soon as we check this case out."

"You'd better. 'Cos I'm calling Gunther as soon as we land." Sandi was her usual bossy self. Made him glad and sad that he never had a little sister. He didn't bother to fight with her.

The helicopter banked left, changing course for Chicago.

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