Proserpina

Lucien

The flight landed in the dark, the aircraft swooping down near silently in the desert.

The men slunk out, alert and prepared their weapons cocked and ready at their sides. Aiyana slid out, ready, watchful. Danielle, as brazen as ever, leapt down and swore softly as she landed on her knee. Schwartz, his sniper training kicking in, stepped down, calm and hard-faced now. But it was Lucien who emerged, looking like a man who would kill anyone in his way.

There was a dangerous ferocity in his face now and even his man stayed out of his way.

“Boss,’ cautioned Schwartz, laying a warning hand on his shoulder. With his three day growth of designer stubble, Schwartz still looked as debonair as ever, dressed in camouflage like the others, his blonde hair ruffled but as heartbreakingly handsome as ever.

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Aiyana gave a signal. Her lean, fit figure was in figure-hugging black, a suit that made her seem more exotic and unreadable than ever.

The group came to a halt at her signal. She had mana