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to the table and folded down the starched, white collar of his dress shirt to reveal a small tattoo on the back of his neck.
“Holy shit, you have a tattoo. I can’t believe you told me that I couldn’t get one.” Alex blurted out. “OK, so what are you telling us? You’re seriously not human? You bleed blue goo, like Vance?”
“No, that’s not possible. You have children. So either, you’re human or leanthan, unless you’re telling us that guardians can have kids.” Vance pinned Bradley with his glare.
“I, along with a small group of others like me, was made to mimic humans far more closely than the other immortals. We were developed to infiltrate society permanently and to have lives, jobs, families, and gather intelligence. The creators knew that as the numbers of leanthans increased, so would risk to humanity.”
Sam’s heart sped up at the thought. This was it. All she needed was an invitation and her life would be exactly as she hoped.
“The time has come. The group of leanthans here in Ruthers has organized and they have everything they need to start the war. They are descendents of Arra, so you need to work with Vance and study how best to counter telekinesis.”
“So why are we sitting here?” Sam asked, mildly annoyed that so much time was being wasted when a war was erupting outside. “You sat around all this time and just watched them get bigger, better and stronger. Why didn’t you just take ‘em out while they were quiet?”
Sam glanced over at Vance to gauge his reaction to this onslaught of information that had been withheld from both sides for so many years. Vance’s blue eyes flickered, as though a fire was lit behind them. She could sense his adrenaline pumping and see his muscles straining against his shirt, as his body reacted to the same desire to take action that she herself was fighting to contain.
“You must learn the virtue of patience, Samantha. There was never a guarantee that the leanthans would succumb to their evil impulses. As long as they blended safely into society, we allowed them to live their lives in peace. And they would have continued their peaceful existence had it not been for the interference of a few groups of rogue demons that have been playing with the humans and causing conflicts between the two groups.”
“Sounds to me like they aren’t all bad.” Abby shrugged. “It’s not their fault we’re not tolerant to differences. Can you really blame them for wanting to blend in with society like they belong here?”
“That’s very true. Most of them are peaceful. But last week, the leanthans crossed the line and that just can’t be ignored. They killed a group of humans here in Ruthers. The first stone has been cast, now we must retaliate, take out the menace, and keep the humans in ignorance in the process.”
A black pickup truck pulled to a stop in front a three story warehouse, in the almost-abandoned, industrial neighborhood of Ruthers. Formerly a factory-town, about a hundred years ago, most of the businesses that thrived in Ruthers in present day focused on either technology or services. There were very few of the factories that had employed almost every male, in years gone by, left open.
Within the colorless, cold walls sits the headquarters of C & R Enterprises. Sure they have a fancy office downtown, one they show investors, one that makes an impression on society. But here, and only here, are they able to meet and discuss their true agenda.
Arratta turned off the ignition and scoped out the scene in front of the warehouse to make sure there was no one watching him, before he stepped out of the truck onto the walkway. Arratta, descendant of Arra, was the oldest living leanthan and, as a result, their leader and strongest warrior.
Arratta kept his light brown hair short, always trimmed close to his head. Anything longer was a nuisance that obstructed his view and made it far too difficult to train. His eyes appeared almost
“Holy shit, you have a tattoo. I can’t believe you told me that I couldn’t get one.” Alex blurted out. “OK, so what are you telling us? You’re seriously not human? You bleed blue goo, like Vance?”
“No, that’s not possible. You have children. So either, you’re human or leanthan, unless you’re telling us that guardians can have kids.” Vance pinned Bradley with his glare.
“I, along with a small group of others like me, was made to mimic humans far more closely than the other immortals. We were developed to infiltrate society permanently and to have lives, jobs, families, and gather intelligence. The creators knew that as the numbers of leanthans increased, so would risk to humanity.”
Sam’s heart sped up at the thought. This was it. All she needed was an invitation and her life would be exactly as she hoped.
“The time has come. The group of leanthans here in Ruthers has organized and they have everything they need to start the war. They are descendents of Arra, so you need to work with Vance and study how best to counter telekinesis.”
“So why are we sitting here?” Sam asked, mildly annoyed that so much time was being wasted when a war was erupting outside. “You sat around all this time and just watched them get bigger, better and stronger. Why didn’t you just take ‘em out while they were quiet?”
Sam glanced over at Vance to gauge his reaction to this onslaught of information that had been withheld from both sides for so many years. Vance’s blue eyes flickered, as though a fire was lit behind them. She could sense his adrenaline pumping and see his muscles straining against his shirt, as his body reacted to the same desire to take action that she herself was fighting to contain.
“You must learn the virtue of patience, Samantha. There was never a guarantee that the leanthans would succumb to their evil impulses. As long as they blended safely into society, we allowed them to live their lives in peace. And they would have continued their peaceful existence had it not been for the interference of a few groups of rogue demons that have been playing with the humans and causing conflicts between the two groups.”
“Sounds to me like they aren’t all bad.” Abby shrugged. “It’s not their fault we’re not tolerant to differences. Can you really blame them for wanting to blend in with society like they belong here?”
“That’s very true. Most of them are peaceful. But last week, the leanthans crossed the line and that just can’t be ignored. They killed a group of humans here in Ruthers. The first stone has been cast, now we must retaliate, take out the menace, and keep the humans in ignorance in the process.”
A black pickup truck pulled to a stop in front a three story warehouse, in the almost-abandoned, industrial neighborhood of Ruthers. Formerly a factory-town, about a hundred years ago, most of the businesses that thrived in Ruthers in present day focused on either technology or services. There were very few of the factories that had employed almost every male, in years gone by, left open.
Within the colorless, cold walls sits the headquarters of C & R Enterprises. Sure they have a fancy office downtown, one they show investors, one that makes an impression on society. But here, and only here, are they able to meet and discuss their true agenda.
Arratta turned off the ignition and scoped out the scene in front of the warehouse to make sure there was no one watching him, before he stepped out of the truck onto the walkway. Arratta, descendant of Arra, was the oldest living leanthan and, as a result, their leader and strongest warrior.
Arratta kept his light brown hair short, always trimmed close to his head. Anything longer was a nuisance that obstructed his view and made it far too difficult to train. His eyes appeared almost
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