he said and smiled. “I’ll see you at two.”
*****
Dimitri and the others waited in the dark shadows in the alley behind the bar.
“Why do we go through all of this nonsense?” Andre asked. “We can easily take what we want.”
Dimitri said calmly, “Because this way they won’t know it was us. It must appear to be what it is not. Just do what we discussed and remember, do not kill anyone.”
The sound of the back door opened and the three men who had been playing pool stepped out. They were large men, at least two hundred pounds, all physically in great shape. They intuitively searched the area cautiously, an obvious product of their training as Navy SEALs.
Dimitri could sense their frustration at being summoned in such an unorthodox manner; they were used to giving orders, not receiving them. If it hadn’t been for the bartender, he doubted that they would have come out here. Observing them, Dimitri judged by the positions they took and the stance of their feet, they were prepared to fight if need be—typical SEAL procedure.
“This better be good. You wanted to talk to us?” the lead SEAL said, his voice gruff and deeply annoyed. “Why do you hide in the dark?”
“Thank you for joining us,” Dimitri said. “I have some information that you might find extremely useful.”
“Cut the shit, wiseass, and get on with it.”
“As you wish,” Dimitri said. He sent telepathically an order to Andre and Iliga, Immobilize them and do it quickly! And remember—do not kill!
Immediately the two vampires lunged from the darkness and descended upon the Navy SEALs. The fight was over in a matter of seconds as the vampires easily subdued the unsuspecting men. The SEALs lay on the ground unconscious.
“First, get their identification cards,” Dimitri said.
Andre and Iliga searched the SEALs’ pockets until they came up with the three credit card sized military identification cards.
“Take their money as well, that way it will appear as a robbery,” Dimitri added.
Dimitri reached into a small bag and produced three wax molds, shaped like a thumb. “Get their thumbprints in the molds. Be careful you don’t blur the lines by moving it while you press their thumbs inside the molds.”
When they finished, Andre and Iliga rejoined Dimitri, who had been watching for any intruders.
He turned toward them. “Well done. We have what we need. Let’s go and pay a visit to our old prison and see what they have.”
Chapter Seven
Naval Amphibious Base-Virginia Beach, Virginia
The two young girls sat restlessly on a small sofa as they waited for something to do. Thirteen-year-old Ishma kept her arm around the shoulder of her eight-year-old sister Crema. They were both thin, but not famished looking. They both possessed long dark black hair and an olive-tone complexion of European origin. Their facial features reflected a sibling similarity, with the same dark brown eyes and the aquiline nose.
Over the past few months, they moved around from one place to another, without any explanation as to why or where they were. Each move seemed accompanied by an act of killing; called tests by the people who controlled them.
They were currently in a large area filled with chairs. The only access to the room was through a locked door that only opened from the outside. The quiet sounds of the air conditioning and the mechanized motion of the monitoring camera as it swept left and right, filled the air.
“I’m hungry,” Crema said.
“We’ll eat soon.” Ishma assured her. “We can play cards while we wait. Would you—”
“I’m hungry!” the younger girl repeated.
“I know,” Ishma said. She placed her arm around her younger sister again. “It’s almost time. Our captors are always on time for events. Why don’t we a play a game—it will pass the time.”
“I’m tired of all this,” Crema said. “I want to go home and—”
“We cannot go home,” Ishma said. “Things are not the same
*****
Dimitri and the others waited in the dark shadows in the alley behind the bar.
“Why do we go through all of this nonsense?” Andre asked. “We can easily take what we want.”
Dimitri said calmly, “Because this way they won’t know it was us. It must appear to be what it is not. Just do what we discussed and remember, do not kill anyone.”
The sound of the back door opened and the three men who had been playing pool stepped out. They were large men, at least two hundred pounds, all physically in great shape. They intuitively searched the area cautiously, an obvious product of their training as Navy SEALs.
Dimitri could sense their frustration at being summoned in such an unorthodox manner; they were used to giving orders, not receiving them. If it hadn’t been for the bartender, he doubted that they would have come out here. Observing them, Dimitri judged by the positions they took and the stance of their feet, they were prepared to fight if need be—typical SEAL procedure.
“This better be good. You wanted to talk to us?” the lead SEAL said, his voice gruff and deeply annoyed. “Why do you hide in the dark?”
“Thank you for joining us,” Dimitri said. “I have some information that you might find extremely useful.”
“Cut the shit, wiseass, and get on with it.”
“As you wish,” Dimitri said. He sent telepathically an order to Andre and Iliga, Immobilize them and do it quickly! And remember—do not kill!
Immediately the two vampires lunged from the darkness and descended upon the Navy SEALs. The fight was over in a matter of seconds as the vampires easily subdued the unsuspecting men. The SEALs lay on the ground unconscious.
“First, get their identification cards,” Dimitri said.
Andre and Iliga searched the SEALs’ pockets until they came up with the three credit card sized military identification cards.
“Take their money as well, that way it will appear as a robbery,” Dimitri added.
Dimitri reached into a small bag and produced three wax molds, shaped like a thumb. “Get their thumbprints in the molds. Be careful you don’t blur the lines by moving it while you press their thumbs inside the molds.”
When they finished, Andre and Iliga rejoined Dimitri, who had been watching for any intruders.
He turned toward them. “Well done. We have what we need. Let’s go and pay a visit to our old prison and see what they have.”
Chapter Seven
Naval Amphibious Base-Virginia Beach, Virginia
The two young girls sat restlessly on a small sofa as they waited for something to do. Thirteen-year-old Ishma kept her arm around the shoulder of her eight-year-old sister Crema. They were both thin, but not famished looking. They both possessed long dark black hair and an olive-tone complexion of European origin. Their facial features reflected a sibling similarity, with the same dark brown eyes and the aquiline nose.
Over the past few months, they moved around from one place to another, without any explanation as to why or where they were. Each move seemed accompanied by an act of killing; called tests by the people who controlled them.
They were currently in a large area filled with chairs. The only access to the room was through a locked door that only opened from the outside. The quiet sounds of the air conditioning and the mechanized motion of the monitoring camera as it swept left and right, filled the air.
“I’m hungry,” Crema said.
“We’ll eat soon.” Ishma assured her. “We can play cards while we wait. Would you—”
“I’m hungry!” the younger girl repeated.
“I know,” Ishma said. She placed her arm around her younger sister again. “It’s almost time. Our captors are always on time for events. Why don’t we a play a game—it will pass the time.”
“I’m tired of all this,” Crema said. “I want to go home and—”
“We cannot go home,” Ishma said. “Things are not the same
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