The Templar Chronicles Omnibus

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by Joseph Nassise


  “Knight Commander Williams?” the novice asked, as the team exited the vehicle and approached.

  Cade nodded.

  “I’m Novitiate Parkins. Captain Stanton asked me to take you to his study immediately upon arrival.”

  “Very good.”

  The team was escorted into a large room tastefully decorated in dark woods and fabrics. A heavy oak desk sat before a large bay window that looked out on marble statuary standing in the center of the well-lit grounds. An area rug surrounded by several armchairs was arranged in front of the fireplace on the opposite side of the room.

  A short, stocky man in his midforties, with dark hair cut in a military fashion, stood behind the desk and came forward immediately as the other men entered the room, introducing himself as Knight Captain Stanton. He shook each man’s hand, only hesitating briefly when he came to Cade.

  So my reputation precedes me, Cade thought, as he noted the other man’s discomfort.

  “Please, have a seat,” said the captain, indicating the chairs.

  “Thank you, Captain, but that’s not necessary. We’ve been on alert for the last several days now and really just want to grab the chance to get some rest. A few spare rooms and access to the network is all that we require.”

  The captain nodded. “Of course, Commander. I’ll have Parkins here get you situated. If there is anything else you need, please don’t hesitate to ask.”

  Cade shook the captain’s hand once more and followed Parkins out of the office, his men at his heels.

  Back out in the hallway, Cade dismissed the others just as the bells rang for Compline. Despite being tired, Riley, Olsen, and Duncan joined several of the locals for the evening Mass, all of them feeling the need to reconnect with their faith and purpose in light of what they had seen and heard that day. The sermon was about duty and honor in times of strife, appropriate for the circumstances, and Duncan felt the weight on his soul lift slightly as he settled into the familiar rhythms of the Latin responses. Several times during the service he turned his head to look back into the crowd gathered in the sanctuary, trying to locate Cade, but the commander was nowhere to be found.

  After the ceremony, he raised the issue with Riley as they moved off down the hallway toward their assigned quarters.

  “No, you didn’t miss him. He wasn’t there,” Riley replied.

  “Oh.” Duncan wasn’t sure what to make of that, but what Riley said next was even more troubling.

  “The Commander hasn’t attended Mass in quite some time.”

  Duncan reached out and grasped the other man by the elbow, stopping him. “He doesn’t attend Mass? Why not?” A senior Templar officer not attending regular service was highly unusual.

  Riley gazed at him silently for a moment, weighing his answer, then pulled free with a jerk of his arm. “He just doesn’t. Leave it at that,” Riley said over his shoulder, as he stepped away.

  Duncan should have expected it, but the realization that most of the rumors about his new commanding officer might just be true left him almost breathless. He slumped against the nearest wall, his thoughts in turmoil. He’d only been with the unit a few days, and already he’d been forced to deal with sorcerers, revenants, and a commanding officer who’d seemingly turned his back on the Lord. It was almost too much to take.

  Still, he had little choice. The Preceptor had agreed to his reassignment for a reason and he’d do his best to live up to his superior’s expectations.

  Yet as he walked off to his quarters, he was unable to banish either his growing sense of discomfort or the feeling of Cade’s teeth clamped tight on the fleshy part of his arm.

  *** ***

  Later that night, Riley shook Cade awake.

  “We’ve got trouble,” he said, his expression grim.

  Cade nodded and ordered him to assemble the rest of Echo Team’s sergeants in a conference room for an immediate meeting.

  When he arrived, Cade joined them at the table, and said simply, “Talk to me.”

  As usual, Olsen did the briefing. “About thirty minutes ago we received a call from Father Joseph Burns, pastor of St. Margaret’s in Broward Township. Burns is one of our local contacts. He was working late in his office at the rear of the church when a noise out front caught his attention. Concerned about vandalism, he wandered into the sanctuary to find someone standing before the altar and staring in fascination at the cross above it.

  “Father Burns called out to the intruder, asking him what he wanted. At the sound of the priest’s voice, the figure spun around and charged. At which point the good father got the fright of his life. The priest kept his wits about him and managed to outmaneuver the intruder, trapping him in the sacristy to the right of the altar. He took these with his digital camera,” said Olsen, passing a folder across the table to Cade.

  Inside were a series of photographs, obviously printed out on a home computer. Even so, they told the tale quite eloquently.

  Shot through a small window in the door leading to the sacristy, the photos were of a man who’d obviously been dead for several months. His hair had fallen out in clumps, exposing skin covered with a thin patina of mold. One eye stared at the camera; the other was nothing more than a gaping socket. He was pounding on the other side of the window glass with what was left of his right hand, the bones of the fourth and fifth fingers clearly visible. Small bits of flesh were left on the glass after every blow.

  “We’ve had a few other scattered reports intercepted through the police bands. Mysterious shapes glimpsed roaming through the woods, children being frightened by a stranger looking in through the windows, that sort of thing. I’m willing to bet they were all caused by the same individual.”

  After glancing at the photos, Cade passed them to the rest of his assembled men, letting them each take a good, long look. He stared off into space for several long moments while they did so, lost in thought, then said, “Okay. Here’s what we’re going to do.”

  *** ***

  Cade emerged from the manor house twenty minutes later to find a Blackhawk helicopter warming up on the front lawn. The vehicle’s exterior was painted in dark colors and had neither identification nor insignia. Riley stood by the open door, his superior’s Kevlar vest and communications rig in one hand.

  Crossing the lawn, Cade ducked under the rotating blades and took the items from his sergeant. He slipped into the vest, pulled the straps tight, then climbed aboard, finding a seat next to Olsen. Riley wasted no time in following him inside. He flashed a hand signal to the pilot, and the chopper lifted off into the darkness of the evening sky before the sergeant had finished settling into a seat on the other side of the aircraft next to Duncan. Cade pulled on the communications rig and jacked into the panel above his head. Keying the mike, he asked, “How are we doing?”

  Olsen had his laptop open, his fingers dancing across the keyboard as he monitored external traffic through the communications net, and didn’t look up from the screen as he replied. “We’re good. I’ve touched base with Father Burns. His guest is still locked up tight in the sacristy.”

  Cade nodded his understanding and turned to look out the still-open door. The Blackhawk was moving quickly through the night, following the Ohio River as it made its way north. Clouds could be seen on the horizon, but for the moment the weather was fine, and visibility was good. At their current rate of speed, he estimated it would be about a ten minute journey to Broward Township.

  They passed the short trip in silence. Like Cade, most of the men were thinking about a resurrected Knight trapped like a rat in a small room, his body literally falling apart around him. It was not a comforting image.

  Leaving the river behind, the pilot cut across country at treetop level. It was only a moment or two before the white spire of a church steeple could be seen in the distance. The church was set at the edge of town on a large stretch of property surrounded by a thick grove of elms. It was far enough away from the rest of the community that they ran little risk of bein
g seen, so Cade had the pilot set down momentarily on the back lawn. Cade and his men quickly disembarked, and the pilot took the chopper back up again to wait high overhead for their signal.

  As the four Knights approached, the rear door of the rectory opened, silhouetting the man standing there, waiting for them.

  “Father Burns?” Cade asked, extending his hand. “Commander Williams.”

  “Thank God you’ve arrived, Commander. This way please.” The priest looked askance at the weapons the men carried, but he made no comment about their presence as he led them through the rectory and into the church proper.

  “It’s been quiet in there for the last fifteen minutes,” Burns said, indicating the door of the sacristy with his hand.

  Cade stepped up and peered inside.

  The room was small; a set of floor-to-ceiling cabinets stood opposite a waist-high counter containing a sink, with wooden cupboard bolted to the wall above it.

  Against the far wall crouched the revenant. It was holding a purple stole, obviously taken from the pile of vestments that littered the floor in front of the open cabinets. Intent on its prize, the creature didn’t appear to notice him.

  Cade stepped away from the window and looked at the others. “Okay. I want standard entry procedure. Olsen, you’ve got the door. Riley, you’re with me. Duncan, I want you on overwatch. If it gets by us, it will be up to you to stop it.”

  Cade removed his gun and handed it to Father Burns. “Hold this for me, will ya?”

  The elderly priest accepted it uneasily. “Aren’t you going to need this?” he asked.

  “No,” Cade replied, as he pulled two flash bangs off his belt. “We need to take this thing alive, if you can call it that.” He turned to Riley. “When Olsen opens the door, I’ll toss the flash bangs. I want you to follow with two more. Hopefully, they’ll be enough to bring the thing down. As soon as they go off, we rush in and secure it.”

  Commonly used by law enforcement groups worldwide, the flash bangs were designed to emit a blinding light while at the same time punishing the eardrums with a loud crack. Cade had always pictured it as being caught between a thunderclap and a lightning bolt. The assault on the senses was enough to send most suspects to their knees, their senses reeling. He hoped it would have the same effect on the revenant.

  “If we get in there and things go to shit, don’t hesitate to take it down.”

  “Roger that,” said Riley.

  “We ready?”

  The other three men nodded.

  “All right then, let’s do it.”

  As the priest moved deeper into the nave so that he was well out of the way, the other four men got into position. Cade and Riley on the right-hand side of the door, Olsen in front of it, key in hand. Duncan stood several feet back, his gun pointed directly ahead in case the creature somehow got past the others.

  Cade counted it down on his fingers — one, two, three. On four, Olsen slid the key smoothly into the lock, gave it a sharp twist, and pulled the door partially open, giving the others time to toss their flash bangs into the room, before slamming it shut once more.

  This was the dangerous moment, with the door unlocked and all of them looking away so that the pulsing light of the devices wouldn’t blind them, too. If the revenant chose that moment to charge the door…

  But it did not.

  The flash bangs went off, then Cade and Riley were rushing inside, Olsen at their heels.

  A few moments later they stepped back out of the sacristy carrying the revenant between them, its hands and feet secured with Zip-ties and the purple stole it had been holding doubling as a gag. Cade received his weapon from the grateful Father Burns, while Riley called the chopper in for the extraction.

  The priest watched from the rectory door once more as the Templars crossed the lawn, tossed their captive into the back of the helicopter, and lifted off without a backward glance.

  *** ***

  Once back at the commandery, Cade left Olsen in charge of the prisoner’s relocation. He needed some time alone to try and marshal his thoughts; things were happening quickly and he hadn’t had nearly enough time to consider the implications.

  After informing the captain of the guard where he would be, he set off on a long walk around the commandery grounds.

  He puzzled over the information his team had uncovered so far. There were gaping holes in it, but he thought he was beginning to see a form to it, a sense of pattern appearing out of the chaos.

  He had yet to determine how the Enemy was learning the locations of the commanderies, however, and that set him to thinking about the idea that there was a mole in the Order. Despite the Preceptor’s suspicions, he had yet to see anything that might confirm that idea. There was more than one way to uncover the Order’s existence.

  Which brought him to the issue of the revenants. Obviously, the former Templars would know the location of the Order’s hideaways. It was reasonable to think that the Enemy was resurrecting the dead in order to question them, to learn as much about the Order and its various sites as possible. That also might explain some of the haphazardness to the individual attacks. Obviously crisscrossing the Atlantic region wasn’t the most effective way to assault the Order, but if they were forced to attack only the sites revealed to them in this fashion, they’d have little choice in the selection process.

  Yet that didn’t seem right to Cade. It was cumbersome, for one. And it certainly didn’t guarantee success. From what he’d seen so far, their enemy had been well organized and pulled of its operations with skill and expertise. A foe like that wouldn’t rely on the random chance that it might learn something from a half-crazed revenant.

  Full circle again; back to the mole. Cade couldn’t ignore the fact that somehow the Enemy had learned about Ravensgate. Enough that it had been able to penetrate the defenses and slaughter every soldier stationed there, without leaving behind a single witness or physical clue for anyone to work with.

  That implied inside knowledge, as the Preceptor had suggested.

  Frustrated and knowing his lack of understanding about the Enemy’s objective was probably coloring his ability to make sense of the details in front of him, Cade decided it was time to see if they could learn anything from the man they’d captured in Broward.

  Turning toward the manor house, he headed back in that direction with a determined stride and a fresh sense of expectation.

  CHAPTER TWELVE

  The rest of his command squad was standing around the table in the observation area of Interrogation Room Four when Cade arrived.

  Duncan moved to confront him the moment he entered the room. “This is ridiculous,” he said, gesturing over his shoulder to the prisoner they had secured in the next room. “That thing needs to be destroyed. Immediately.”

  “That thing, as you so quaintly put it, is a former member of this Order.” Cade replied sternly. “You will treat him with the respect he deserves, no matter what his present condition. Is that clear?”

  But rather than getting him to acquiesce, the reminder that the thing in the next room had once been one of their own only inflamed the young Templar further. “Treat him with respect? You’ve got to be kidding me! The only way to do that is to put a bullet through his skull and let him rest. This,” - he indicated the revenant seated in the next room - “this is simply obscene.”

  It had been a long, difficult day, and Cade had had enough. He stepped close, crowding the other man with his bulk, and this time his voice had a steel edge to its tone. “Your opinion has been noted. Now shut up. My duty is to find the threat to our Order and put a stop to it. I intend to do that. Right now, that man in there is our best hope of doing so, and I’m going to use him as much as I have to in order to accomplish that goal. If you don’t like it, you can remove yourself from the room. Is that clear?”

  They stared each other down for several tense seconds before the younger man looked away, nodded, and stepped aside.

  Cade crossed the room and lo
oked through the one-way mirror into the interrogation room, where their guest was shackled to the wall. The chains were long enough to let him sit on the floor with his head between his knees, so Cade was unable to see his face.

  But he didn’t need to.

  “You recognize him, don’t you?” Cade asked, looking back over his shoulder at his second-in-command.

  Riley grimaced but nodded his head. “George Winston. Bravo Team, wasn’t he?”

  “That’s right. Assault squad, if I remember correctly.” Cade turned to Olsen. “What’s happened since they brought him in?”

  “He fought against the restraints at first, pulling on the chains as if he might get them to pop free through brute force alone. Ended up slamming himself against the wall a couple of times too. When that didn’t work he tried chewing through his arm, but gave that up when he tasted his own flesh. Since then he’s just sat there, waiting, as if he knows we’ll come to him eventually. He’s been that way for over an hour now.”

  “Just what, exactly, do we hope to learn from this…thing?” Duncan asked.

  “I don’t know how much we can learn,” Cade replied without turning. “But right now he’s the only clue we’ve got. If there’s a possibility he can tell us anything, we have to try.” He looked at Riley. “What do you think?”

  “I wouldn’t want to be trapped in that room if it gets loose, that’s what I think.”

  “Agreed. Which is why I want you and Olsen on the other side of this doorway. If anything goes wrong, don’t hesitate. Get inside and put it down, clear?”

  Both men nodded.

  Cade continued. “Duncan, get with Captain Stanton and find out if there is anyone here who served with Bravo Team during the last five years. If there is, I want him here ASAP. Having a priest nearby might not be a bad idea either, so see who you can scare up.”

  “Will do.”

  “Good. Let’s move, people.”

  When Cade turned back to the mirror, he found Winston staring at it from the other side.

 

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