Born of Hatred (Hellequin Chronicles Book 2) by McHugh Steve

Author:McHugh, Steve [McHugh, Steve]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Hidden Realms Publishing
Published: 2012-12-14T09:00:00+00:00

The old airfield had been officially abandoned years ago, leaving the twelve-foot-high chain-link fence to guard nothing more than the grass, which broke through the tarmac, and the vines, which grew over an old hanger, threatening to consume it like a slow moving predator.

The fence kept away anyone who might get too interested, or kids thinking that breaking in would be a good for a laugh. But it was just window dressing. Anyone getting past the fence would notice that the runway further into the compound was oddly free of any grass, and the tarmac was smooth and well maintained. And a close look at the front of the hanger would make it obvious that the vines had been allowed to grow in a very specific way, never obstructing the entrance.

Military signs, bright yellow and black, each the size of a manhole cover, adorned the fence at regular intervals. They extolled the notion that anyone caught trespassing would be arrested and charged without fail. Some of them suggested armed guards were still patrolling the area.

The airstrip was in fact fully functional all year long, and served as a very private landing spot in the south of England. It was staffed all year, too, although most of the workers actually stayed in an underground complex, only coming up to deal with those landing and taking off.

Whenever someone landed, the place buzzed with activity. Whoever was arriving usually supplied their own security staff to maintain the area, which was made evident by the armed guards who stood at the entrance and waved me through.

I took the bike into the open hanger and switched off the engine.

"You took your damn time," Tommy said from a nearby chair, his feet up on the table beside him.

I took notice of the sandwich in his hand, the wonderful smell of bacon wafted toward me and my mouth watered. "Yes, you look incredibly pained," I said.

I turned and took in the jet that sat idly on one side of the huge hanger, and was surprised to see a young girl exit the plane. "This is awesome," she squealed and almost jumped down the stairs connecting the jet to the hanger floor ten feet below.

"Kasey," I said with surprise, and turned to Tommy. "You decided it was a good idea to bring your daughter."

Before he could answer, Kasey raced over to us. "What's the plane called?" she said with obvious excitement.

"It's called a Pegasus, or a Pegasus 1488, to give it the full name."

"It's amazing," she said. "I've never seen a plane like it."

The Pegasus was an incredible feat of engineering. Its owner, like most of the truly powerful members of Avalon, was probably four or five generations of technology ahead of anything humans had access to. The jet was a sort of amalgamation of a Concorde at the front and an SR-71 Blackbird at the rear. I'd been inside it several times on long journeys, and was fully aware of the luxury it contained.

"It has beds in there, Dad.

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