The devil's Pact - S01 E395

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The devil's Pact - S01 E395

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 395

I glanced at Mary, I could tell she still wasn't happy about attacking so early, but she nodded her head. "How soon can we attack? Tonight?" I asked.

"We're ready for that, my Lord," General Brook answered.

"Won't Lilith spot the troops getting ready?" Jessica asked.

"We've been doing training operations," Colonel Abbey responded, "to mask our readiness preparations. The planning itself was done in the HP, and our officers will be briefed this afternoon in it."

"HP?" I asked.

"It's what the military call a Matnown. You know, 'hidden place', HP" Sam explained. When building the Matmown in our hotel room, Sam had duplicate metal panels made, just in case. The extras were used to assemble one at I Corp headquarters on JBLM.

A smile creased General Brooks grizzled face. "We do love our acronyms.

"Who is going to govern Seattle once Mayor Erikson is removed?" Xiu asked.

"Someone we can trust," I put in.

"How about Jessica," Korina suggested. "She knows Seattle, and has contacts from her days as a reporter."

Lillian grinned. "She's the best slut for the job."

"I'll do it, Master" Jessica nodded.

I looked at her. "You sure? It will be dangerous."

"Korina is right, I do know the city."

"Give her a group of soldiers to guard her," Mary said.

"A platoon of Rangers?" Colonel Abbey suggested.

"Do it," Mary commanded.

I looked at Sam. "Is your trip all arranged?"

"Yeah, the Prime Ministers of Israel has been very helpful in

arranging things with the Museum of Jerusalem. Candy and I'll leave tomorrow around noon."

"With that platoon of soldiers you promised," Candy interjected.

I nodded. "It's all taken care of."

"Is there any other business?" Mary asked.

"Yes, Mistress," Alison interjected. "Desiree and I have selected our first Warlocks to track down."

Tuesday, November 12th, 2013-Lilith-Seattle, WA

The damned soldiers were continuing their exercises past midnight.

I watched the bustle of activity at Joint Base Lewis-McChord, hoping to find some clue to Mark and Mary's plan. They spent the weekend doing drills. And spent all day today showing no sign of stopping. Their damned military was always training! How could I tell if they were mobilizing to attack me, or doing another stupid exercise?

This was pointless! No army could attack at night! So I gave up watching for the day and retired to my body. I was stiff when I returned to myself. I had spent hours in the Shadows watching today, and my body protested at the inactivity. I stretched, pushing away from my desk, and walked out of my office in the warehouse.

At least Mark couldn't know about this place. It was carefully prepared with spells to keep out his ghosts. The protections weren't as powerful as a Matnown, but they would keep Mark from using necromancy to find us

"My Goddess," Chantelle yawned, rubbing her eyes as she stood up from the secretary's chair.

"Has Lamia returned?" I asked. Lamia was my favorite daughter, the most beautiful and enchanting of all of them.

"Yes, my Goddess," Chantelle murmured. "She awaits in your bedchamber."

"And that foolish man is being watched?" I could see the hint of annoyance in Chantelle's eyes. I asked this question every time Lamia was away from the mayor of Seattle. I didn't want any sloppy mistakes.