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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
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Magic for Hire
Found Magic Book #3
J. A. Cipriano
Contents
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Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
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The Thrice Cursed Mage
Cursed
Marked
Burned
Seized
Claimed
Hellbound
The Half-Demon Warlock
Pound of Flesh
Flesh and Blood
Blood and Treasure
Clans of Shadow
Heart of Gold
Feet of Clay
Fists of Iron
The Spellslinger Chronicles
Throne to the Wolves
Prince of Blood and Thunder
The Lillim Callina Chronicles
Wardbreaker
Kill it with Magic
The Hatter is Mad
Fairy Tale
Pursuit
Hardboiled
Mind Games
Fatal Ties
The World of Ruul
Soulstone: Awakening
Soulstone: The Skeleton King
1
My fist lashed out, slamming into the werewolf’s face and throwing him backward across the room. He smashed into a thin fiberboard table, shattering it beneath his weight and crashing to the ground in a heap.
Pain shot through my arm even through my padded glove as I wrung my hand out and took a menacing step forward, running one hand through my pink hair to brush it out of my face. The werewolf lay there, blood pouring from its torn off ear, but it was already starting to move. In another few seconds, it would be on its feet and coming at me like I had a steak in my pocket. How did I know? Because that’s what it had done the last few times I had knocked its block off.
I glanced around the small makeshift apartment and sprinted into the attached kitchenette. The whole place wasn’t very big, leaving me nowhere to hide as the creature got to its feet and took a thundering step toward me. Its yellowed nails clicked on the cheap, green laminate tile as it eyed me with soulless blinking amber eyes.
I jerked open the first drawer but was dismayed to find only plastic bags and tin foil, not a lot of help. I moved to the next drawer, flinging it open as the monster hopped onto of the small countertop, clearing at least three feet of vertical and horizontal distance like it was child’s play, which I guess for a seven-foot tall werewolf, it probably was.
This drawer yielded pay dirt. I jerked a huge butcher’s knife free as the creature landed on the floor behind me hard enough to crack the tile. I whirled, ducking as I did so, narrowly avoiding a swipe of its claws as they cleaved through the air and the microwave to my left.
Sparks showered the creature as I jammed the butcher’s knife into the weak point in the thing’s knee joint. It had taken me several attempts to figure it out, but there was a ligament barely shielded by the joints. If you stabbed at the spot hard enough and with the right angle, well…
The leg tore off the creature in a spray of gore. It toppled forward, still reaching out for me with its claws as I danced backward out of its reach. It hit the ground with a thud and began crawling toward me, gouging furrows into the tile as it came closer inch by inch.
I hopped up onto the counter and leapt down on the other side. I threw one last glance around the room, but spying no more intruders, I made my way to the front door. As I reached out toward it, alarm bells began going off in my head. I threw myself to the side as a shotgun blast ripped apart the cheap wooden door, showering me with fragments of wood and other debris.
My back hit the floor so hard, the shock of it ran down my back. The werewolf was already starting to turn itself around, its supernatural healing already staunching the blood flow as it grabbed its torn off leg and jammed it against the stump. It would be after me soon, and once it got back to its feet, it’d be pissed.
“Come out with your hands up, Abby,” a voice from outside the apartment called. “If you do, I won’t come in there and shoot you a whole bunch of times. Believe me, I’m looking forward to it, so I’d almost rather you try to escape.”
“Not on your life!” I squealed, but the only reply was condescending laughter. I dropped to my hands and knees, bear crawling toward the window alongside the window. As I did so, bullets tore through the cheap walls, covering me in drywall and paint. The pictures above me shattered. Glass rained down on me as I tucked myself into a ball, hoping desperately to avoid getting sliced into ribbons. It mostly worked.
Unlike last time, no one charged inside. So, they were learning too. A small canister rolled inside and gas began to spew forth from it. Damn. I hated when my adversaries learned from their mistakes too.
I held my breath and rushed forward toward the far wall and the big window. They probably had it covered, but I wasn’t sure what else to do. I hit it in a dive, spraying glass everywhere as pain exploded through me. Thankfully, my uniform kept most of the glass from slicing me open, but it still hurt to throw myself bodily through it.
The sound of bullets slamming into the ground around me filled my ears as I came to my feet in a roll and sprinted forward, zigging and zagging as best I could. A slug caught me in
the shoulder, pitching me hard to the side and nearly making me lose my balance as my left arm fell uselessly to my side. Agony shot through me, but I pushed it down, gritting my teeth as my eyes slowly adjusted to the bright sunlight outside.
A bullet zinged by my head as I flung myself sideways and rolled under a parked car. An army of jack-booted feet appeared in my vision as I lay there for a split second, catching my breath. I couldn’t make out how many were there, but I was guessing at least six. If I didn’t get out of here quickly, I was done for. I rolled out from beneath the other side of the car and got to my feet as someone pressed a cold steel barrel against the back of my head.
“Don’t move, Abby,” Chuck said, the smirk in his voice distinctive. “You did well, but it’s over now.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, whirling as the words left my mouth. The crack of the gunshot obliterated my hearing, reducing all sound into a muffled fog as I fell to the ground, pain unlike anything I’d ever felt coursing through me and setting every nerve aflame.
I lay there twitching and stared up at the sun, unable to even close my eyes as electricity coursed through my body. After what felt like ever, Chuck nudged me with the toe of his big black combat boot.
“You need to stop trying to escape a gun to the back of your head,” he said, staring down at me and shaking his head. His piercing blue eyes watched me for a moment longer before he squatted down next to me and poked my cheek with the barrel of his weapon. It looked like a gun, but instead of firing bullets, it fired concentrated blasts of electricity that knocked me on my ass for a several minute time span every single time. I was starting to hate it.
“What else would you like me to do?” I mumbled, somewhat surprised I could speak. My body must have been acclimating to the shock of the bullets. I wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing.
“Not get a gun stuck against the back of your skull for one,” Chuck said, reaching down and grabbing my wrist like he was going to haul me to my feet, but instead, he dropped it, and my arm fell lifelessly to the ground. He smirked. “I guess your mouth recovers before the rest of you. Next time, maybe I’ll shoot you twice.”
“Next time, I’m going to shoot you,” I replied, annoyance filling my voice.
“Abby, we’ve done this exact scenario over fifty times now, and while you’ve gotten pretty good at taking out the werewolf, you haven’t managed to take me down once.” He shook his head, smirking. “That’s not counting the other hundreds of scenarios we’ve run. Face it, kid, you’re still amateur hour.”
I would have narrowed my eyes at him, and for all I know I had, but it didn’t feel like I had. “Next time I’m going to get you, Chuck.”
He leaned down and kissed me lightly on the forehead in a fatherly sort of way. “I look forward to it,” he replied, getting up. “Then maybe I can get off babysitting detail.” He turned and walked away, leaving me to lay there while the stun wore off.
A cadre of soldiers stood off to the side, watching us. There were twelve in total, and while they weren’t all super soldier quality like Chuck, I had no doubt they were all very good. The sight of them made me want to smile. The first time I’d run through this scenario, there hadn’t been any of them. For the agency to have added additional soldiers, they must have thought I was getting better. Not that Chuck would admit it. He never admitted it when I did well, and to be honest, I wasn’t sure why I cared what he thought. Sure, he was like the big brother I’d never had, but he worked for the agency that had sent a mind-controlling demon after me.
I still wasn’t quite sure why the agency was training me, or why the agency felt the need to use werewolves and other supernatural creatures, but I knew one thing. I could sure use the training even if I didn’t want to admit it. Besides, it wasn’t like I had a choice.
My father Roberto was still in a coma after being stung during our attempts to stop the last world takeover. The only thing keeping him alive at this point was the agency, and so far, the only thing they’d wanted in return for rendering aid was for me to accept training.
I was sure sooner or later they were going to want me to do something with said training, and sadly, I’d probably agree to do it. This was how the agency worked after all. It captured your loved ones and forced you to do their bidding or else. It was only a matter of time before it happened to me. And believe me, the irony was not lost on me because I had started off as collateral myself.
Since then, I’d had a whole bunch of super spy skills downloaded into my brain, but I lacked one thing, experience. It was why Chuck had beaten me every single time. He had been around a long time, and despite all my expertise in hand to hand combat, shooting, explosives, and virtually any other skill necessary to become a top agent, his experience was more than enough to trump my abilities. Then again, he was the guy they’d based the superhero Captain America on, so there was that.
As feeling returned to my body, I got slowly to my feet and fought the urge to attack Chuck from behind. It wasn’t because I thought jumping him with his back turned was unfair or unsportsmanlike or anything. It was because the last several times it’d just resulted in me taking an electric blast to the face.
Instead, I put on my big girl pants and walked toward the group of soldiers. They grew silent as I approached, which wasn’t that odd because I had the feeling most of them resented me. After all, they were the best of the best, and I could take on any of them in a fight without even breaking a sweat. Maybe even all of them if I was feeling particularly feisty.
“Hey,” I said when no one acknowledged me. “What’s next, vampires?” I pointed past them toward where medics were hauling the pissed off werewolf out of the house on a stretcher.
“I don’t think you’re ready for vampires yet,” the soldier nearest to me said. He was about my height and even though most of his face was hidden by a black, featureless mask, I got the feeling he was smirking.
“Yeah, it would be kind of hard to keep using them after I staked it through the heart,” I replied. “They don’t heal nearly as quickly as the werewolves.”
Chuck glanced at me and shook his head. “I’m about to dump you back to ninja zombies if you keep failing to live for less than ten seconds outside the apartment.”
“If I had a gun, it’d be different,” I replied, giving him the same look I always did. “It’s not fair. I never start these scenarios with a weapon.”
“Here’s a tip, kiddo,” the first soldier said. “Life’s not fair.”
2
“I’m not moving an inch,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest and glaring at Chuck as hard as I could.
He raised an eyebrow at me, curious. “Why?”
“Because it’s been over a month, and Roberto is still in a coma,” I let out a long, slow breath. “And as much as I enjoy all the training, we had a deal.”
“How do you know the director doesn’t want to see you because he’s found a cure?” Chuck asked, still not moving from my doorway. He was large enough to fill the entire thing, making it so the light from the hallway cast him in eerie shadow.
“While a fair point,” I replied, laying back down in my bunk and turning away from him as I pulled my green camouflage blanket over me. “I doubt he is summoning me at 3 AM for something like that.”
“Doesn’t this seem exactly like the type of thing he’d get you out of bed at 3 AM for?” Chuck asked, pushing my door all the way open and taking a tentative step into the room. As he did so, the wire I’d attached to the doorway pulled the bucket full of water off the top of the frame, dousing him in icy cold revenge.
I glanced back at him as the bucket hit the ground next to him with a clang. He stared at me for a long time, face blank and unreadable as I burst out laughing.
“Were you being insolent so I’d come inside?” he asked, his voice calm and strangely detached. It sort of scared me… a lot.
“Um… yeah,” I replied, leaping from my bed so I’d have a fighting chance if he decide
d to rush me. The room wasn’t very big, and I hadn’t beaten him in a fight, but I’d damn well try if he attacked me.
“Put some clothes on,” he replied, voice clipped and angry as he turned on his heel and strode outside, each footstep squelching on the metal floor.
My cheeks burst into flames as I realized I was standing there in panties and a t-shirt that barely reached my belly button. I spun around and grabbed a pair of gray camouflage pants off the floor and pulled them on. I cinched them at the waist with my belt because it was still strung through the loops and glanced around for a more discreet shirt.
Not seeing one immediately, I snagged my Bruins sweatshirt off the hook on the wall and pulled it over my head. It was pretty much the only piece of non-agency supplied clothing I owned. Chuck had bought it for me when we’d attended one of the games when they had played USC. He’d said it was a reward of some sort, but secretly, I was pretty sure he didn’t want to sit by himself.
“You know,” I said as I walked into the hallway and spotted him waiting a few meters away, face impassive as he stared at the ceiling, presumably lost in thought. That was the thing, though. Even when he looked like it, Chuck was always ready, always waiting. It was why it was so hard to catch him off guard. “The last time you got me up early in the morning you dragged me outside and blasted me with a fire hose for twenty minutes.”
“Fair enough,” he growled and began marching down the hallway not even looking at me. I think I’d annoyed him.
Still, as I followed him down the metal corridor, I couldn’t help but wonder why he was waking me up. I seriously doubted the agency had miraculously cured Roberto at 3 AM. It was possible, but most of the scientists worked normal hours. Sure there was a full range of medical personnel for emergencies, but this base always seemed more of a ghost town at night than not. I knew because I’d snuck around on more than a few occasions.
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