Chapter 10: Wingland

We lost two of our coworkers during the mission to gather weapons and information, but our confiscation of Saundra had the potential to turn the tide. We took her back up to the Breakroom. Around that time, our second group of scouts returned with weapons from Home and Garden.

"So if we kill Shawn, we take his powers," I asked.

"I've said it a hundred times now, yes," Saundra bitched.

"How do you even kill a demon,"  Parker asked.

He grew comfortable with the hand me down crossbow.

"Silver, or fire, unless it's a fire demon, then you need water," Saundra answered.

I signaled for Parker to tape her mouth shut so I could think.

It was starting to make sense. Of course, Shawn wouldn't put himself in the line of fire if he was capable of death. Regardless of the possibility, I knew he wasn't weak. That decaying body he wore was deceptively clever. Still, I had more experience with him and a whole host of other monsters than anyone else.

I provided for the Buy and Sell. I protected the Buy and Sell. I bled for the Buy and Sell. That was my store. I devoted too much of my life to those walls just to let someone or something take them from me. Knowing Shawn could Die, it was time to go to war. I almost died so many times; death was standing in my shadow.

I took from my pocket the last gift the demon bastard gave me. Faith Wingland was either about to do something courageous or something stupid. But I was about to do something, that's for sure.

"Teto and Tattoo, kill Shawn," I said before blowing air and making my declaration.

My shadow became ten times its size until it split into shadowy figures more terrible than any spirit of the breakroom. Their eyes came to life, and like twin tornadoes, my hounds took flight.

Shawn was going to learn why you didn't fuck with the Union, and he really shouldn't have fucked with me.

-To Be Continued-