Tracking Travis ended up being less difficult than they would have imagined. It turned out he was a straightforward sort of a Vampire. He basically seemed to stick to Highway 89 as he approached the Crazies and there were plenty of accounts of seeing a suspicious character, as well as the body of one elderly drifter that never made the evening news.
Aaron was content to let Cadence make the calls, under his careful observation, and once she verified Travis was holed up for the day in a shed behind an old abandoned home near the foothills of the Crazies, she decided to coordinate the hunt for t
As much as Cadence appreciated having the opportunity to plan the attack and place everyone in position, she was not confident enough in her own ability to actually call the hunt at this point, so she deferred to Aaron and his decades of experience when it came to actually running the show. This would be a little more difficult for him because he would be on the ground, rather than overseeing movement from above, as he generally preferred, but considering the importance of this particular assault, not to mention that he felt compelled to personally cover Cadence, he insisted on coordinating while actually participating. Cadence agreed that it was for the best and that if anyone could multi-task in such a stressful situation, it was the Guardian Leader.
As if they were actually heeding Finn’s words, the helicopters pulled away, leaving him in darkness. An uneasy feeling overcame him. For a moment, he began to wonder if they had actually left him. Had they listened to his pleas? He glanced over the top of the bolder again, hesitantly, and saw nothing. He ducked back again, just in case. Listening intently, he froze. In the darkness around him, he no longer heard the footfalls of the LIGHTS team members. The helicopters were far enough off now, he could hardly see or hear them. Keeping his gun drawn, he slowly stood, preparing to run again. Just as he got to his feet, a force hit him squarely in the chest, the impact jarring him much like a runaway freight train colliding with the side of a mountain. As he careened through the air, he reali
“I’m honestly not sure what’s going on,” Jamie admitted. Cadence and Aaron were sitting across from him at his desk in his own lab. “Everything looks fairly similar to the way it looked before. I pulled up your charts from your last physical, which was about a year ago, and there are some elevated levels of certain strands in your DNA that weren’t there before, but nothing that should result in what we saw in Billings.”Aaron looked disappointed. “So, nothing that points to inflated supernatural abilities?”
It was all Cadence could do to keep from flinging herself through the door. Aaron pulled her back. “Calm down, Cadence. We don’t want to scare him,” he said quietly.She nodded and took a deep breath before opening the door. Mrs. Carminati was sitting behind her desk, her mouth open, ready to introduce the visitor, but Cadence didn’t give her a chance. “Hi,” she said doing her best to contain her enthusiasm.
Brandon continued to nod, taking in all of the information. After a few moments, he said, “Well, I appreciate your help. I’m glad to at least know who my dad was—even if this all seems a bit… crazy.”“It’s not uncommon for people to feel that way once they find out the truth,” Aaron assured him. “Tell you what, why don’t you take my card, and if you have any questions, or if you decide you want to join our team, we’d love to have you. Your dad was a really special person, and you are an awful lot like him.” Aaron pulled a
“Zabrina!” Giovani shouted, throwing open the curtain that served as a door to their makeshift hut.She was sitting beneath a tree, focused on weaving palm fronds into a rug. “What is it?” she asked, glancing up at him. She couldn’t help but smile at his enthusiasm, though experience had taught her that this conversation would likely end in either an argument or a desperate attempt on her part to bring him back down to Earth.
Inhale. Exhale. One foot and then the other. The pounding of the pavement, the beat of the music—nothing else mattered. Out here on the trail, there was no judgment, no criticism. No demanding professors or annoying roommates. Out here, she could be herself, alone with her thoughts with nothing to worry about in the world.Jasmin Brown ran the same four-mile stretch of Boxer’s Trail every evening. It gave her the opportunity to clear her mind and get ready for the next day. She loved to go out in the afternoon so that, by the time she returned to the apartment she shared with two other sophomores at D
Vacuuming carpets and dusting desks was mundane, but it wasn’t the worst job Cowboy Sam, a.k.a. Danny Yokes, had performed in his centuries long life. Still, as he ran the old Hoover WindTunnel over the faded navy blue flooring of Mrs. Lawrence’s fifth grade classroom, he couldn’t help but wonder what might be next for him. He needed to find a way to move on from here, to make contact with Alex or any of the other Hunters who might be willing to help him in some way. He knew there were thousands of Hunters and Guardians who wanted him dead, and though he felt he was fully capable of living by himself in the rustic state he now existed in for as long as he needed to, it was getting rather monotonous and boring. Not to mention, he had never been one to stomach failure. Maybe ther