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Author's Note: This is an ongoing nightmare that Sister Helena is having.
Victoria’s team arrived at the safe house and brought the converter inside. After it was secure, Victoria went out onto the porch to recollect upon her recent mission. All was quiet. Victoria’s felt unease gnawing at her. Something was not right.
There was no distant hum of traffic.
No hum of city life.
Just pure silence.
Then—she could see a faint light coming towards her. The light came closer… then closer…
“S**t!” It was the black pickup.
Victoria pulled her radio from her belt and her pistol from her holster. “Defensive positions!” Victoria barked as she made a beeline for a large bush that concealed an entrance to a basement to hide.
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I love where this is headed. Fantastic and so on point from the SG perspective.
A voice responded from within the house, defiant. “On whose authority?”
“On the authority of Brigadier General Jonathan J. O'Neill of the United States Air Force!”
“We don't recognize his authority, Colonel!” came the reply.
Colonel Catez remained unfazed, her tone sharp as a blade. “I have standing orders to from him take you in; I can bring you with warm or I can bring you in cold,” said Colonel Catez.
Victoria was tensed as gunfire erupted from the safehouse’s defensive positions. Colonel Catez and her team scrambled for cover, but chaos ensued as bullets tore through the silence of the night. Victoria’s sharp eyes tracked the slim man and the ebony-skinned woman falling to the ground, while the lanky man bolted in retreat. The French woman remained resolute.
The truck pulled up to the house and four people got out, two men and two women. The oldest, a French woman in her early fifties with graying brown hair walked up onto the porch. Her companions, a slim man in his early thirties with brown hair and with sharp and expressive features; a lanky man in his mid-thirties with brown hair, hazel eyes and sharp jaw line; and a woman with ebony skin and slim build in her early thirties with black hair and dark eyes and expressive features stood on the lawn casually, but Victoria could tell that this was a ruse. She attached a silencer to her pistol.
The French woman knocked on the door. “This is Colonel Lucie Catez of the French Armee de l’air. My colleagues and I have an arrest warrant for Robert Yoakum, Rebecca Newmann, Victoria Burney, Percy Kipling and Paul Mandell.
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Thanks for the mention so I could keep up with the story. Also thanks for the note that this is the ongoing nightmare. This is really good.