Chapter Six

Less than twenty-four hours after he had met Jennifer Dylluan in her offices, Medjed found himself wandering through the Arctic Circle.

Typically, he was very comfortable in his skin. But a Warrior Demigod Demon from Ancient Egypt was literally a part of the desert. He had no business being anywhere where the wind sliced your face like the sharpest of battle axes.

A winter storm raged ferociously as Medjed, used to driving chariots, expertly drove a small, sturdy sleigh pulled by a pack of well-trained dogs called Huskies over many, long, frozen miles of open wild terrain.

“Be brave, my team. We are on an important mission from the WPU to gather intel. This storm is nothing to us!” he called out, his words whisked away by the wind.

He was sent to track some unusual activity in the magnetic fields of a certain twenty mile area. The secret government office which employed the WPU had noticed strange behaviors some ten years ago but had never sent a team.