The Talon Family The Spy of London Part 10

All three of them rushed to the van hoping Crystal would be there, but at least she was not. The other two werewolves had been knocked out and were out of the game for a while, but the last one was still on the hunt. Alexander had to send his drones back up to hunt for Crystal as Gabriel changed quickly into the combat suit in the van.

                She changed into the skin-tight undersuit for the armor with Virgil not daring to look back at all. Gabriel hated the undersuit because it was far too tight for her, she had to be nude to wear the suit, but the armor had to be closed the skin to read her vitals. The armor which she hadn’t worn since fighting Aries in the North Pole, had changed colors for urban combat. It was now a light gray, but the winking smiling face painted on the helmet didn’t change colors at all. It was still bright red.

                The armor powered up with her taking a rail rifle from the box in the van. She asked thought her helmet, “Dad, did you find her?”

                His voice cracked over the radios in the van as the robot sat next to her power down, “Yes, I got her location, but the wolf is not far behind her.”

                “How close are we?” She asked stepping out of the back of the van, checking her weapons and all the systems on the armor. The lights between the plates which made her suit look a little too much like Torn, if you asked her, was a light blue. A clear sign the suit’s system was reading her wound and knew she was hurt, even if she couldn’t feel it anymore. The suit, known to her, was pumping her with painkillers.

                “If you head south now,” he said linking the map to her helmet and the view from the drones as well. “You be able to reach her in time.”

                “Roger.” She said, “We are moving Virgil.” The vampire nodded holding the rifle in his arms followed her down the road.

                “I’ll catch up soon,” Alexander said with the van coming to life and pulling off.

                The drugs pushed Gabriel to run longer then she should have been able to, and once it hit her, she moved to cut them off. They helped when she was injured in combat, but right now, all they promise was a couple days of a bad hangover. It was something she wasn’t looking forward to at all. She hated drugs and knew they would only make the pit in her mind deeper. She switches the drugs off not feeling them fade anytime soon.

                She glanced to her side hoping to see Virgil smiling back at her, but it was Luther's face. She went to stop wishing she remember to cut the drugs off before putting the suit on, but she couldn’t. She had to keep running to get to Crystal in time. She blinked away his face to find the pale vampire staring at her.

                “Everything good?” He asked.

                “It’s just nice to see someone paler than me is all,” Gabriel said.

                “It seems to me like you are jealous of my beauty,” he said.

                They dashed around the alleyway cutting Crystal off making her come crashing to a stop. She almost fell to the ground but stopped before doing so. She was deeply out of breath staring at them both. Virgil grabs her pulling her behind them as Gabriel drop to her knee taking aim at the werewolf rushing out of the dark.

                The red eyes of the beast yelled at them with her opening fire on the monster. The bolts were far stronger than before, she up the power level on the rifle, and each hit knocks him back. The werewolf didn’t fall all it did was shouted at him with sharp teeth. She keeps firing backing up hoping the bolts would put him down.

                It wasn’t until Virgil started adding to the rain of electric bolts did the wolf go down for good. The red eyes closed with several bolts still biting into him. Gabriel popped the magazine out of the rifle smoothly replacing it with another one. She didn’t take her weapon off the barely breathing monster.

                “Dad,” she said into her radio, glancing back to make sure Crystal was still there and to their luck she was trying to stand after running for so long. “Need a pickup.”

                “Got you,” he said back with the van pulling up behind them.

                “Go, go,” Gabriel said backing up not removing her aim from the body. Crystal opens the side door as they all pilled in and the van shot off.

                “Took you long enough,” Crystal growl at them all.

                “Sorry,” Gabriel said, “but someone did leave me to die.” She stared at her, but she couldn’t see her rage under the winking face.

                “What choice did I have?” Crystal said, “Your mission is made sure I live, and you were not winning.”

                Gabriel led to her and softly told her, “Leave me again like that and I’ll put you down.”

                “Try it, little girl,” Crystal said back not sure if she could take Gabriel.

                “Ladies,” Virgil said grabbing Gabriel’s shoulder, “you can kill each other later. Right now, I would like to live.”

                Gabriel didn’t say a word to him or her and turn to ask her father, “Are we clear to the airport?”

                “For now,” he said with no one in the driver seat. He had hooked up one of the robot’s head to the van allowing him to drive it. “Hopefully, it will stay that way.”

Author's Note

I’ll try to make this short for the both of us, but I feel, I need to add a little context to my stories on here. All the stories I post on this website are what I call “break stories.” They are either stories I go to when I get stuck in long from novel or stories, I write to explore a world. So, what does this mean? It means I enjoy these stories, but I don’t put everything into them. So, why am I posting them? A fair question and the reason I’m posting my stories on this website is to have fun, to show you my growth but most of all to give you a little taste of the worlds I work in. What does this mean for you? It means you can judge the work as you wish and by all means help me with plot, characters, and building the world, but I ask you to ignore grammar problems as best as you can and the style in which these stories are written. My page on here is my sketchbook and you guys get to see all the rough, nasty parts of my writing.