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very end. Her father led her down towards this last door, and when they reached it he pushed it open. The sudden brightness of the room startled her, and she felt her hand come up to shield her eyes.
The room was enormously spacious and rectangular in shape, with white walls and white ceiling and pale stone floor. Along the right wall were four desks grouped together, each piled with paperwork. A large screen, nearly eight feet long and six feet high, hung on the wall near the desks with a digital map of the world on it. There were dots scattered throughout the map, varying from green to yellow to orange to red, the majority either green or yellow, and were more heavily populated over certain areas than others. Above the map were the words DEMON TRACKER. There were three smaller screens flanking the side wall, but they were blank. Above them were the names: FBI, INTERPOL, and UNITED NATIONS.
On the opposite side of the room was what looked like a large indoor shooting range with cages and targets against the wall, coupled with what looked like a gym, complete with free weights, treadmills, and punching bags. On the side wall were lighted display shelves with row upon row of different weapons. Pistols, rifles, revolvers, whips, ninja stars…nearly every weapon imaginable was there along with more she couldn’t even name.
In the shooting cages were the four Fury men.
“Good morning, Roarke, Balgaire.” Clynn called out as he and Capri walked towards the cages. Roarke, who had been watching Rian target shoot, turned and smiled broadly at them.
“Clynn!” He bellowed, laughing as he stepped out of the cages and shut the gate behind him. He shook Clynn’s hand genially, his grin wide and his scarred face cheerful. “Showing your baby girl around this morning?” He asked, winking at Capri.
“And this is our first stop.” Clynn told him as he glanced over at where Rian and Brogan were both still shooting. “Maybe you could show Capri how you operate here.”
“My pleasure.” Roarke turned to Capri and placed his hand at the small of her back to lead her over towards the desks, and it was then that she realized just how big he was. Tall, built like a tank, and heavily scarred. And yet he seemed to be so completely in his element, as if he wouldn’t do anything else for the world. She admired that about him, and that he seemed so dedicated to his work.
When they reached the desks, Roarke shuffled around on one of them for a moment, lifting papers and pushing aside pamphlets and books until he unearthed what looked like a remote control. He pointed it at the DEMON TRACKER screen and pressed a button, and suddenly the map moved and shifted, zooming in to just show the United States.
“See all those dots on there?” He asked her, motioning to the screen.
She nodded, mesmerized as she scanned the map, seeing multicolored dots scattered all across the country by what had to be the millions…and what was more interesting was how so many of the dots seemed to be centered around the major cities. Los Angeles, Chicago, Las Vegas, New York, Miami…
“Each dot is a demon, and the color tells us what kind of demon it is. You have green for unlikely dangerous, yellow for possibly dangerous, orange for surely dangerous, and red for positively lethal. Obviously, we spend most of our time focusing on the last two.” He turned to her and winked again, and she blushed. Something about him intimidated her, despite his obvious politeness and good humor.
“What are those other screens for?” She asked, pointing towards the other monitors flanking the side wall.
He pointed the remote in that direction and pressed a few more buttons, and the screens flickered to life. Visible on each was what looked like a boardroom, with a long table and chairs. They were empty.
“We communicate with a select few human organizations through live video feed, and they supply us with the extra man power we need to hunt down the demons.
The room was enormously spacious and rectangular in shape, with white walls and white ceiling and pale stone floor. Along the right wall were four desks grouped together, each piled with paperwork. A large screen, nearly eight feet long and six feet high, hung on the wall near the desks with a digital map of the world on it. There were dots scattered throughout the map, varying from green to yellow to orange to red, the majority either green or yellow, and were more heavily populated over certain areas than others. Above the map were the words DEMON TRACKER. There were three smaller screens flanking the side wall, but they were blank. Above them were the names: FBI, INTERPOL, and UNITED NATIONS.
On the opposite side of the room was what looked like a large indoor shooting range with cages and targets against the wall, coupled with what looked like a gym, complete with free weights, treadmills, and punching bags. On the side wall were lighted display shelves with row upon row of different weapons. Pistols, rifles, revolvers, whips, ninja stars…nearly every weapon imaginable was there along with more she couldn’t even name.
In the shooting cages were the four Fury men.
“Good morning, Roarke, Balgaire.” Clynn called out as he and Capri walked towards the cages. Roarke, who had been watching Rian target shoot, turned and smiled broadly at them.
“Clynn!” He bellowed, laughing as he stepped out of the cages and shut the gate behind him. He shook Clynn’s hand genially, his grin wide and his scarred face cheerful. “Showing your baby girl around this morning?” He asked, winking at Capri.
“And this is our first stop.” Clynn told him as he glanced over at where Rian and Brogan were both still shooting. “Maybe you could show Capri how you operate here.”
“My pleasure.” Roarke turned to Capri and placed his hand at the small of her back to lead her over towards the desks, and it was then that she realized just how big he was. Tall, built like a tank, and heavily scarred. And yet he seemed to be so completely in his element, as if he wouldn’t do anything else for the world. She admired that about him, and that he seemed so dedicated to his work.
When they reached the desks, Roarke shuffled around on one of them for a moment, lifting papers and pushing aside pamphlets and books until he unearthed what looked like a remote control. He pointed it at the DEMON TRACKER screen and pressed a button, and suddenly the map moved and shifted, zooming in to just show the United States.
“See all those dots on there?” He asked her, motioning to the screen.
She nodded, mesmerized as she scanned the map, seeing multicolored dots scattered all across the country by what had to be the millions…and what was more interesting was how so many of the dots seemed to be centered around the major cities. Los Angeles, Chicago, Las Vegas, New York, Miami…
“Each dot is a demon, and the color tells us what kind of demon it is. You have green for unlikely dangerous, yellow for possibly dangerous, orange for surely dangerous, and red for positively lethal. Obviously, we spend most of our time focusing on the last two.” He turned to her and winked again, and she blushed. Something about him intimidated her, despite his obvious politeness and good humor.
“What are those other screens for?” She asked, pointing towards the other monitors flanking the side wall.
He pointed the remote in that direction and pressed a few more buttons, and the screens flickered to life. Visible on each was what looked like a boardroom, with a long table and chairs. They were empty.
“We communicate with a select few human organizations through live video feed, and they supply us with the extra man power we need to hunt down the demons.
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