Protected by the Damned BoxedSet 2

by Michael Todd

  “I suck at this.” He laughed when he looked at her comforting smile. “I wanted to know if you would do me the honor of allowing me to take you on a date?”

  “Who are we killing?” she asked with a smile, moving across the room nonchalantly. “I’ll have to change. I don’t do well in heels on these ‘dates.’ I am surprised that you’re taking the helm on an incursion. You usually leave the dirty stuff to us—not that I mind having you out there with me.”

  “No.” Korbin shook his head. “There’s no incursion.”

  “Oh?” Stephanie stared at him. “A single demon? Someone I missed?”

  Korbin was starting to get frustrated. He wasn’t sure if she was doing it to be a jerk or if she actually had no clue he was hitting on her. He shook his head and bit the corner of his mouth, trying to figure out how to explain what he was talking about.

  He was so slow at these things; part of him couldn’t blame her for not believing he was hitting on her. He had given her no signs that he was interested in the first place.

  “There’s no killing to be done,” Korbin continued, catching her stare.

  “No killi— Oh!” You could see the lightbulb go off in Stephanie’s head when she realized he was talking about an actual date, not an incursion “date.” She threw her head back and laughed, but quieted down when she saw his reaction.

  “I’m not laughing at you.” She smiled. “I’m laughing at myself for being so dense. I thought you meant an incursion, like when Katie talks about her and Damian’s first ‘date’ at the exorcism. I’m sorry, Korbin. I just made a fool of myself. I would be honored for you to take me on a date. Hell, I’ve been waiting long enough for you to ask.”

  “Apparently you didn’t think I would.” He chuckled. “And it took a lot for me to come down here, so you might have been right.”

  “What made you change your mind?” she asked, leaning against the chair.

  “A sign from God.” He thought about the note. “I just didn’t want life to whizz past us without giving it a shot. We work well together, and I want to see where it can go.”

  “That’s the most unromantic thing anyone has ever said to me,” she told him, looking down. “But I like it. No bullshit, no games; just honesty.”

  “I’m not much for bullshit,” he admitted.

  “All right, Korbin, when would you like to take me out?” she asked.

  “I was thinking like three days from now,” he suggested, looking at his watch. “It’s Thursday, so let’s say Sunday evening. Everyone else will be here relaxing, and we can sneak out for some good food and good conversation.”

  “That is the pathway to my heart.” She laughed. “And Sunday sounds perfect. We can end our weekend with a bang, and not the kind that comes from the barrel of a gun either.”

  “Exactly.” Korbin smiled.

  Bullets whizzed through the hallways, hitting demons left and right. Katie ran through the dusty explosions to grab others and break their necks faster than the soldiers could follow. Katie was sure glad they had come along. There were so many of them; the military wouldn’t have lasted ten minutes. She was working up a sweat, even with Pandora’s juicing. She ran forward and leaped off a pile of debris, feet forward, toward another demon. She locked her legs around him and grabbed his head, pausing only for a moment before snapping his neck. The demon turned to dust and she landed on the ground, one knee down and a hand in the pile of ash.

  “Yuck.” She grimaced and stood up to wipe the ash off her pants.

  “Better than a handful of guts,” Damian countered as he came up beside her.

  “True,” Katie agreed. “Come on, there are about six of these bastards in the lab over here.”

  Damian nodded and took off behind Katie, his gun out and ready to fire. He was slower than she was, and by the time he got into the lab—fifteen seconds after her— she was slicing the last demon’s throat. He shook his head and smirked, never having seen her move that fast before. He opened his mouth to congratulate her but found himself plummeting to the floor with a demon snarling in his ear.

  He grunted and rolled when his shoulder met the hard floor, turning onto his back to look up at the beast. Its eyes gleamed red and its claws were curved to strike. Damian chuckled at the surprise on the demon’s face as he raised his gun. He curved his mouth into a huge grin and pulled the trigger, blowing the demon’s head clear off. Blood sprayed, but before it could reach Damian’s face it turned to dust.

  “Now I’m really glad it’s not guts,” Damian told Katie, blowing the dust from his lips.

  Katie laughed and pulled Damian to his feet. Before he was all the way up the door burst open and Katie raised her gun, crossing it over her outstretched arm. The soldier coming through immediately put his hands up, seeing the barrel of her gun pointed at his head. She let out a deep breath and put her weapon back in its holster.

  “How’s it going out there?” Katie asked.

  “We killed a few,” the soldier told her, looking around at the seven piles of ash. “I see you killed a few too.”

  “Eh.” Katie shrugged and swiped the ash from her shoulders. “A few.”

  “Well, there are two big ones headed our way,” the soldier advised them. “We need you.”

  “It’s nice to be needed,” Katie replied, glancing at Damian.

  Damian nodded and walked toward the door, pulling his cross from the inside pocket of his coat.

  “A couple more won’t kill us.” Damian grinned.

  Katie raised an eyebrow and followed them.

  “I hope,” he amended.

  Chapter Twenty

  The general pressed his back against the wall, raising his gun and shoving another clip of the special bullets into it.

  He took a deep breath and slowly peeked around the corner.

  Two large demons had caught wind of them and were stalking them through the halls. They had split up, Katie and Damian leading one in one direction while the soldiers and the general got the other one to follow their trail. The beast was huge and strong, and had already taken down one of his men with a single blow from his fist.

  He motioned to the soldiers that the coast was clear and they moved down the next hallway, checking the rooms along the way.

  When they had cleared the last of the rooms they stopped and motioned to the general, who was slowly creeping down the hall with his gun at the ready.

  Just when he was about to reach them the demon turned the corner, its head barely missing the ceiling.

  The soldiers opened fire as they backed away from the beast. The general waited for the beast to slow, watching as black blood began to seep from a few of the wounds. He aimed at the beast’s chest and pulled the trigger, watching as the special bullet bored into him.

  The beast wailed as it raised its arms and threw its head back. It was stunned, and stumbled backward before crashing to the ground. The general didn’t hesitate; he marched forward and aimed at the demon’s head.

  As soon as the beast lifted his chin, the general blasted him. The demon’s eyes flashed red, and his body shook until it was still; not dead, but no longer moving.

  There was a loud crash behind him and he whirled, raising an eyebrow. The soldiers, who were breathing heavily, leaned against the walls and looked at the general, who nodded at them.

  Katie and Damian had been superstars when they had first entered the building, taking down demons faster than the soldiers could raise their guns. Now they were struggling? He didn’t believe it. This demon was big, but they had already taken theirs down. He took a step forward, but stopped on hearing another loud crash.

  He decided it was probably better to leave them to it than to run in with guns blazing. The last thing he wanted to do at that moment was accidentally take one of them out. That would definitely not help the military-mercenary relationship.

  He looked at the soldiers and shrugged, then pulled a box away from the wall and sat down. He would just wait this one out. After about
ten minutes a loud wail filled the hallway, then silence.

  The general stood and the soldiers gathered behind him as they waited for the approaching footsteps. The doors to the hallway swung open and in walked Katie and Damian, covered in ash, sweat beading their foreheads. The general laughed, clapping his hands together.

  “Good job. We got em all.”

  “Not all of them,” Katie said, pointing behind the general.

  The military contingent swung around and stared as the demon glared at them with red eyes. Apparently, he hadn’t been down for the count. He had only stayed out until the effects of the metal in the bullets wore off. The beast roared, and the gust blew the general’s hat off his head. He lifted his gun and shot three times, each shot striking the beast’s skull. He groaned and growled, then his red eyes rolled back in his head and his body collapsed. The beast died before he could hit the floor, and a pile of ash plumed into the air.

  “Okay,” the general told them as he turned back around, “now we got ‘em all. Lesson learned: never leave a live demon behind you.”

  The general, the soldiers, and Katie and Damian went back through the entire building, double-checking every room. When they had cleared the last space, the general nodded and put his gun back into his holster. He walked the two Killers back outside and smiled at the soldiers, who were giving them a round of applause.

  “These bullets are fucking fantastic,” he whispered to Katie.

  He pulled the two of them over to the Humvee where they had originally talked. The soldiers went to work cleaning up some of the mess while the colonel walked over to them shaking her head. Katie could tell she wasn’t pleased with how the general had run off, but there was nothing she could do about it.

  “Okay, this is where I hear the bad news,” the general said quietly. “How expensive and how crappy are the terms you are looking for?”

  Katie glanced at Damian, then across the field. The general still didn’t get it; he still didn’t understand why she was there. She sighed and leaned in, not wanting to speak too loudly.

  “We aren’t looking to make a lot of profit,” Katie said. “I need you to understand something: for the sake of war, we all need to make friends out of enemies.”

  “I agree,” the general replied.

  “I don’t know if you really understand,” Katie said. “I am not going to give up my company, and if the government tries to take it the results won’t be pretty. In reality, they can’t just take it because there is really nothing to take. There is one man; it’s a one-man show, and you can’t force that man—who is working for me and loyal to me—to do anything he doesn’t want to do. Unless of course you are good with slavery?”

  Katie lifted an eyebrow and stared at the general, who was looking coldly at her with a straight face. The conversation had shifted; it was no longer about friendships, it was about preserving the company everyone had worked so hard on.

  It was about preserving the tools they needed to get ahead of the game and kill these demons, and to face the army that would soon be approaching their doorsteps.

  The general didn’t know any of this, though. All he knew was what he saw, and that was an increase in demon activity from one shore to the other. He saw a military incapable of handling a mass invasion, even with special bullets and magical swords.

  He saw certain defeat without the right alliances, and although Katie wasn’t looking for military allies, she was also not looking for a fight.

  “I’m not sure I know what you mean,” the general told her.

  “Not that we are even considering this,” the colonel spoke up, “but capturing a demon-infested person is not technically holding them captive. We would be protecting them and the people they could possibly injure. We are willing to do that with any of the infected, no matter what their rank or stature.”

  “Are you threatening me, Colonel?” Katie asked, her eyes flashing. “Because I don’t really think that is a smart move.”

  “All right, you two!” The general stepped forward. “No need to bicker. However, if you want to look at it as a technicality, the colonel is right. It would not be considered holding a human against their will if they weren’t completely human.”

  “Except my guy is not Damned.” Katie smirked at the colonel. “He is an innocent. He is clean, and he has been his whole life. And if you decide to take him against his will? Well, I’ll come get him.”

  Damian blew out a deep breath, and Katie could tell he was holding back a look of panic. The general squinted at Katie and stepped forward again to stand toe to toe with her. Katie was nervous, but she didn’t flinch. She knew that would be the worst thing she could do.

  “Now, now, Miss Maddison,” he said. “Who is threatening whom now?”

  “It’s not a threat, General Brushwood.” She smiled, not giving a damn that he knew her last name or that he had just proven he was checking up on the mercs. “I’m just telling you that I would do the right thing in that situation. You don’t leave your men behind, whether they are fighters or not. I think you underestimate the family bond the mercenaries have. Not one of our team, or any of the other teams, would feel okay leaving him in your hands against his will. That has nothing to do with the weapons; that’s just because he is family. Throw in the weapons, and you would have a really big fight on your hands.”

  Pandora growled. Fucking tell him he better not go anywhere near that kid.

  “Think about it,” Katie continued, standing back up straight. “Allowing him to remain a hostage to a terrorist organization wouldn’t be the right thing to do at all.”

  “Now hold on just a minute!” the colonel exclaimed. “’Terrorist organization?’”

  Katie turned her head. “That’s what you call organizations or militaries in other countries who kidnap people and hold them against their will for political gain, right?” Katie asked. “If you would label someone else that way, why would I not label this branch of the military as terrorists if they unlawfully took someone hostage in order to gain both military and political benefits?”

  “Anything this military does or doesn’t do is strictly for the betterment of the country,” Jehovivich snarled.

  “Right.” Katie chuckled. “I may not be that old, but I can tell you that politics is politics, and sometimes it has more to do with what you line your pockets with and less to do with national safety.”

  “All right,” the general snapped sternly. “You really know how to hit below the belt, kid.”

  “General,” the colonel gasped.

  “Come on, Colonel, you can’t be that blind to how things work in the highest ranks? You’ve been in a long time,” the general told her. “You more than anyone should understand that not everything is a hundred percent for the safety and the well-being of this country, even though I wish I could say it was. Why do you think that this position comes open so much? The previous leaders got greedy. They got power hungry, and they made choices based on what would bring them the most money, power, or prestige. It’s not rocket science.”

  “Still, we aren’t a terrorist organization,” the colonel replied, stepping back angrily.

  “Might doesn’t make right,” Katie replied. “Right is the only thing that makes right. Might tried to force the right results sometimes, and when that happens good men and women—and I include myself as a good woman—fix it. We don’t step aside and let the tide roll how we want it to. We stride forward, and we don’t allow anyone to stand in our way. For us this is about family and you are the outside person in that equation. It’s not the demons speaking for us, or the politics; it’s just us—the Killers, the ones who see the action, who understand the rage, who fight our instincts to protect people like the two of you.”

  Damian nodded at Katie and looked at the general, who was obviously thinking about what she had said.

  Katie was right; you had to stay the course in their line of work. You had to do things because they were right, not because they offered the bi
ggest payout.

  That was where these guys had gone wrong; they had seen that firsthand in Virginia. That lead officer would never make that mistake again, even if he were ever back in that position.

  “All right.” The general sighed. “Let’s reach an agreement, I don’t want this animosity to continue longer than it already has.”

  Katie smiled and walked closer the general as he pulled a sheet of paper from his pocket and took the pen the colonel reluctantly handed to him. Katie could tell she was completely against this alliance, but her opinion didn’t matter. The general knew that Katie had the key to his sector’s success, and if they tried to take that key they would find themselves backed into a corner by a pack of rabid mercenaries.

  That was the last thing that he wanted, and the last thing that Katie wanted to see happen. This would give them the opportunity to share resources and help each other, because she knew that one day they might need each other’s help. The demons were rising, and she wasn’t going to just sit around and wait for them to show up.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  General Brushwood thrust his hand toward Katie as the colonel folded the paper and put it into her inner coat pocket. Katie looked down at his hand and back up at his face, unsure for a moment that she wasn’t making a deal with the devil himself.

  She had come there for that purpose—to make a deal to get the general off their asses and to secure her company’s future under her name—and this was what she had been waiting on. She sighed and finally reached out, firmly grasped his hand, and shook.

  Pandora gave her a little juice and the general pulled back, rubbing his hand and chuckling.

  Katie smiled and nodded at Damian. He unzipped his bag and pulled out another yellow-topped container, looking at the general for a moment before handing it to Katie. She set it on the hood of the Humvee and looked at the colonel before turning back to the general.

  “That is the second box of rounds we’ve made,” she told the general as he picked the box up and popped the lid open. “That’s two-thirds of our stock, so don’t waste them. I don’t know how long it will take for the company to make more. With just one man working on it, it could take months. When more become available we will let you know.”