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Simon dashes into the room and fires a clip of shots through the warehouse window.
“Two down,” he says as he slides up beside me.
Lucifer looks down at Thaddeus’s body and his face goes stone cold. “They’ll all die for this, and who ever sold us out will wish for death.”
“Uriel and Amanda are supposed to be here any minute now,” Simon grunts. Then he stands up and shoots five times before ducking down. “That’s two more down, at least.”
Moving to a different spot to shoot from, I take another one out before I dive back down for cover.
“What about James, Gabriel, and Doc?” Johnathan asks.
“On their way once they’ve secured the houses,” Lucifer says. “But with the cells jammed, there’s no way of knowing.”
Not enough time and not enough men here to hold out for long.
Not if we don’t do something.
“Oh boys!” a heavily accented woman’s voice calls out to us during another lull. “We’ve got you surrounded!”
Standing up, I don’t have a clear shot on the woman yelling at us.
But there’s a man near her stupidly showing his head.
I snap off a shot that goes directly through his skull.
Firing the rest of my clip into anything that looks like a moving body, I have to duck back down as soon as I see an assault rifle angling over the hood of a car.
“It’s her,” I growl, and I swear the pain in my shoulder from when I got shot throbs so sharply it takes all thought from me.
“That was one, Jude,” she yells, “but we are many!”
“And I’m betting there’s many men who have used your mom’s clammy twat!” Johnathan shouts back to her.
A loud chorus of laughter comes from our little band of devils.
But it’s false bravado, and we all know it.
Our wives and children are at home, under attack.
How the fuck are we supposed to even focus on the here and now? Especially when we can’t be there for them?
Each of us knows that it’s entirely possible we don’t all make it back home.
And each of us has the same look in our eyes....
Viscerally haunted.
If they can attack our wives… How can we ever know peace?
Coldness or rage has seeped into the features of all my brothers, with fear mixed in there for good measure.
Fear.
It’s terrifying, and mind control of the worst kind.
Because fear can control you. It can force you to make a mistake.
But fear can also be used to grease the wheels of fury.
