Lost Ones Chapter 1: What is Lost is Found, a dresden files fanfic

Disclaimer: Dresden Files is copyright Jim Butcher. This story is licensed under the Creative Commons as derivative, noncommercial fiction.

Rated mature for language and sexual content. Lets face it, have you ever met a sailor who didn't have a mouth?

Chapter 1: What is Lost is Found

"Well, shit."

How simple of a statement could sum up the position I found myself in. It was dark, and I was naked as the day I was born. One would expect that someone without a flashlight on a moonless night would be lost in the dark in February in the middle of the woods behind their house, but they would be wrong this time.

I was standing in the middle of a small clearing. At my feet were four teenage girls, all sobbing in fear but not of me. They were afraid of what I was protecting them from. Creatures that made noises that shouldn't come from a Human throat, at least I thought they were human-like.

Around us, two creatures prowled, grotesque looking, blood dripping from what looked like fangs. They were fast creatures, but I had already beheaded one of their number and gutted another.

How could I see the two prowling creatures in the dark? Well, the sword in my hand was glowing like a white glow stick. The creatures couldn't handle its light apparently. I had no goddamn clue why or how the blade became a night light.

How did I end up naked in the forest, with a half a meter of snow on the ground, fighting two creatures of the night? Well, I am glad you asked. It's a rather odd set of events that found myself here. I really don't get how exactly I ended up here. Don't get me wrong, I know exactly what steps led to this point but, damn, I would think someone set me up.

My name is Kaitlyn Kalor. I am former Enlisted, US Navy. I stand a little over five feet tall, my red hair falls to the middle of my back. I'm not small in the chest area but I'm no porn star either. I pull my fair share of catcalls and dates, so I am not a bag lady either. I've been told that I should of been an Air Force chick. It also helps that I've kept in shape since my Navy days and it shows, despite having a huge scar on my right calf.

The first thing I remember thinking, when I think about the day I found this blade, was that it's fucking hot. It's always fucking hot in Iraq. Those simple phrases that I found myself thinking over and over as the sun started to crest above the horizon. I was wearing full combat gear, a M16 rifle, a 9MM Beretta strapped to my thigh. Gods, how I miss working in my air-conditioned office back in Washington D.C.

"Fuck, it's not even zero six and it's already thirty degrees out." I said with a sigh.

"Hey Joe! The intel chick is bitching about the heat again. She doesn't even use Freedom units, anymore." Said one of the Jarheads, Ken something.

"At least, Barbie, I can find my way on a map unlike yourself." I snapped back, my eyes full of mirth.

Ken tapped my helmet with his beefy hand. "I don't need to read a map, I have you for that, Doc." Ken stood at over two meters. He was the Marines' Marine. He was a pure poster boy for them. His dark arms were damn close to the size of a barge.

I rolled my eyes at being called Doc. I had finished my Fleet Marine Force Naval Warfare pin last week. What is this warfare pin? It's just something Navy brass get all hardon for. The more you have, the better you look, kind of thing. A lowly Cryptotech with an FMF pin?

Hell, yeah! I'll make Chief Petty Officer, E-7, the first time up with this pin. I already had my Surface and Air Warfare pins, so this would be the icing on the cake for my career. Marines always called Navy folk with their FMF pins Doc due to most of the holders of the pin being a trained Naval Corpsman.

"Alright, Intel, how far are we?" Asked the squad leader, looking at me.

I checked my map, comparing it to my GPS. "We are about a click out."

The good LT tapped the back of the hummer's window to tell the driver to stop. The caravan came to a complete stop but, even before the large vehicles stopped, Marines started to hop out. Bloody fools.

I, personally, waited for the hummer to stop before hopping out. Most of the squad had started to form up, but one marine was picking sand and other crap out of his forearm from where he had fallen out. The LT came out behind me. He glanced around before pointing at a Private.

"Johnson, take point. Three blocks down, two blocks to the left." Said the squad leader.

We quickly fell in step, alert for any threats. I was scanning the carts as we walked by but there was no threat found. The building our targets had holed up in was old. Really damn old. There were rumors that this place had been the tomb of a dozen Sultans from history.

"Jesus, who the fuck can live in there?" Said a Sergeant, noting the building outside looked like it had been standing for over like a thousand years. I did notice that windows were very well taken care of. The sun-bleached walls of the compound were crumbling here and there.

I shook my head. "Intel puts at least ten living there. They never leave post sunrise. We don't think there are any threats outside of the building. We haven't noticed anyone living around the compound." Why anyone would live here, I wouldn't have a guess.

"Alright, I want two teams, one on the front, one on the rear. Teams Charlie and Delta, cover the windows." Snapped the LT.

This wasn't my first rodeo with this team, so I took up a spot near the rear of the building with team Bravo. We were going to breach first, our flashbangs being the sign for the front team to attack. Two flashbangs flew into the old building, two more bangs were heard seconds later coming from the front of the building. I heard shouts as Marines flooded in.

"Get on the fucking ground!" Snarled the Sergeant that had made a comment about the building. The beefy man generally was the door kicker. There were not many doors that didn't go flying from his massive boots.

I entered behind him and what I saw almost made me freeze. The room was a mausoleum. Stone coffins lined the walls four high, going all the way down the wall, maybe eight meters. My team had opened a few, pulling men out of them. Fuck, they were sleeping in a coffin!

"Alright, Dracula." Snapped the LT to the one that looked the oldest. "How many of you are in here?"

The man smiled slightly. He was wearing something that belonged in Babylon, purple fabric with gold embroidered around what probably was some made up creature. On his fingers were gems that clearly were worth millions.

"Prey that wandered into our lair? Our home that still protects the Greatest Sultan who ever lived?" The man licked his lips in desire. "This has not happened since the Crusades. What knight thinks one could kill a god?" Whatever this… man… is, he gave me the creeps. You know the kind, the one that you get when you look at a child molester.

But, hell, man, this guy loved to talk. "The Sultan's son gave us prey, he knew how to keep us alive. But the Sultan, he was a holy man, always coming after our kind. After the Sultanate fell, we moved into his crypt, how better to prevent the sword from being taken up again?" He let out an evil laugh.

Licking his lips, he spoke again. "The locals normally stop anyone from coming near us. However, yes, freely given Prey…You are a little pale for my tastes but I'm not really that picky. Feast, my brothers and sisters."

This guy's hands raised and opened. I shit you not, the moment his hands lifted, the other four turned into blurs. No one could move that fast! I heard stone on stone rubbing as more coffins opened up. My gun snapped up to join the other gunshots. Whoever the fuck these guys were, more of our own were killed by friendly fire than them but several who were shot in the stomach just kind of exploded into a shower of blood and gore.

I slammed a clip into my M16 "Last Clip!" I shouted out seconds before Johnson slammed into me. I felt something bite my calf. My shoulder slammed into one of the tombs. The stone crumpled, leaving what I thought was the hilt of a sword. Johnson fell to the ground, his head just gone. There was someone right next to me and he saved me from having my head ripped off.

My gun snapped up, firing several rounds directly into its stomach. The rounds tore through the creature like paper. There was a burst of blood from him, making it look like I'd bathed in blood.

I let my gun let out a few more bursts out of the barrel. Gods, there was the others. Four more had joined the fight.

My eyes darted around the room in fear. The Marines were effectively dead or dying, several were still pinned to the wall. Their eyes were glossy, moans being let out of their mouths. It was just they were being eaten like fucking vampires.

"Fuck!" I screamed as my gun clicked. My back was to the wall, my eyes darting around for anyone to help. There was no one, nothing coming to my aid.

My hand darted out to grab the sword, my other hand pulling my pistol out, already shooting in the back of the head one of the attacking whatever the fuck these things are. Human, they are not!

The honest to god sword glistened as it left the crypt that contained it, a blueish white glow shivered along its blade, well the foot and a half left on the blade did at least. Purple dude was suddenly in front of me, his lips dripping with blood.

"That blade was broken by Sir Anthony, oh so long ago. Its power is long broken by the taint we give it. The many innocents slain upon its blade will prevent it from being wielded by the most Holy." He took several sniffs, like a dog would smelling the air. "I've not had Irish in oh so long." He said. "Always intoxicating." His hand started to reach for my red hair.

"Not today, fucker!" I snarled, instinctively ramming the blade through the thing's stomach. Its blood sprayed over my clothes. That's one uniform that I'm never getting clean "For too long this city has held itself in fear of you. From the innocent at Babel to the innocents in Baghdad, the innocent blood you spilled made the Lord Almighty rage boil. His rage is mighty, and I am his instrument of your destruction!" I snarled. What the fuck?! What the actual fuck!? Why the hell did I just say that?!

The blade seemed to come alive in my hand. It became a blur of memory as the blade blocked several attacks by these things. My hand had never moved so fast in my life! Scant seconds that felt like minutes went by.

I blinked. I was on my knees, breathing heavy. In my hand was that pistol, its chamber locked open, the sword dropping from my hand as the blood dripped from it. Oh, gods, the blood. There was so much of it.

I felt my breakfast coming back up. I must have heaved for ten minutes before I was able to control myself long enough hit the radio.

"This is…CTM2 Kalor. Request evac from my location. I am declaring broken barrel." I felt my stomach tighten again, tears starting to fall from my face. The ground was coming up fast, what?

My eyes opened, god it was bright. My lips were dry, and I felt like someone had shoved sandpaper in my throat. I heard beeping noises and my nose hairs tickled. I was in the goddamn hospital.

Once I was able to actually see without icepicks being shoved in my brain, I looked around the room. This was not the field hospital that we had back at the base. God damn it, I better not be at Walter Reed. Shit, shit, shit! Do I have both legs? Both arms?!

I lifted my head slightly, noting my legs were covered but I could see the shape of my toes. I lifted my hands and to my relief I still had all of my limbs. My door opened, my eyes tracking to the noise. An Air Force woman entered.

"Wher...where am I?" God, my voice sounded like shit, like I had smoked three packs of the cheapest cigs that I could find. Or half a pack of Marlboro lights over here in Iraq.

The nurse smiled at me as she came up to me. "You are in Stuttgart, Germany, at the Army hospital. You were flown here to have a bullet removed from your leg. You also have some head trauma, you had a pretty bad concussion as well. They stitched up your left bicep in Iraq, however."

I nodded to her "Water." I rasped. Thankfully a straw was pressed to my lips. "Thank you." My voice still sounded like shit.

"How long?" I asked.

"You fell unconscious right after your radio call. The field medics just couldn't handle the operation as the bullet had partly embedded itself in bone. It's now June ninth, you were brought in on June forth." She told me after she reviewed my file.

I simply nodded. "What next?" My voice sounding a little better after another sip of water.

"Now that you are awake, you will be sent over to Bethesda Naval Hospital for your recovery. Hopefully, you will not need too much physical therapy." She told me. God, sadists, all of them when you go to PT. I am so not looking forward to it.

That head trauma that she talked about? Yeah, it was pretty bad from what the Docs tell me. I don't remember much of the next few months. I have snippets of me telling some Major what happened. Telling a Doctor what happened.

I do remember everyone who I told about that night said that I was crazy. No one could move that fast, no one's skin had melted away. The death of my team along with the head trauma, my mind must have been attempting to fill in the blanks. I was told that my team had been wiped out by the insurgents. I had personally killed the last six in the mausoleum.

I remember the day my Commanding Officer visited me two months after I was wounded. He simply showed up at my front door, I was on convalescent leave while they figured out what to do about my brain, and he ordered me to come to Quantico in my full Dress Uniform. I was to wear my large Medals. He gave me two-day notice, bastard.

I so didn't join the Navy for their women's uniforms. My dress uniform makes me look like a stewardess from the sixties, pah, but that doesnt matter. If my CO hadn't visited, I might not have had to pay an outrageous sum to have my uniform dry cleaned by the next morning. It didn't help that it took me almost two damn hours to find everything.

The stupid thing is, I remember that event but not the reason for it. Later, I found the video to go along with the award. Apparently, I met the President of the United States. The video was of the award ceremony, where I was presented with the Medal of Honor for my actions in taking out that deadly cell, ending with a blade that I had found.

Yep, I am the only woman to get that award. I just wish I could remember getting it but I have a a good six months where there is a hole. Don't remember a damn thing. The Navy and I parted company later that year, with the Department of Veterans Affairs giving me one hundred percent disability. God damn PTSD. At least I didn't have to work anymore, not that I could really handle being around crowds anymore.

What about that sword I found, you ask? Well, that is a good question. When I was allowed to leave the hospital, my duffle bag and I found ourselves in my townhouse in Woodbridge, Virginia.

Aside from a nice layer of dust over everything, it was just as I'd left it. I had reactivated all the utilities while I was trapped in Bethesda, so I had nothing to worry about. I dropped my duffle bag next to the stairs. It made a sound that made me jump.

It should not have made that loud of a thump hitting the wall. I grabbed the bag in my anger, noting that the drywall was cracked.

"What the fuck?" I asked myself. "How the hell could I miss packing this thing?!" Inside the duffle bag was that damn sword and its two other pieces.

Well, damn. That was a mystery to solve later. I kind of forgot about the sword aside from mounting it on a board to put it over my desk. I figured if the Marines packed it for me, it was alright for me to have it.

The hilt and blade were of Christian make, which was odd as hell being in Iraq. But that guy said the last time a major group had entered their lair was during the Crusades. But the Crusades never entered that part of Iraq so how did it get there? Who was that Sultan that the creature spoke of? Meh, I keep finding things to figure out later, perhaps I should not put it off? Whatever, I'll do it later.

I really didn't think about the sword again until a friend of mine and I were talking after our weekly D&D game almost four years later. He is a blacksmith in his spare time. As such, he offered to fix the blade I pondered for several seconds, before I smiled at him. I had faith about his ability to repair the sword. I agreed to pay for the materials for the repairs and he told me I'd get it back next month.

I was moving the next week, out into a place with woods around it, away from the noise. The noise of being in a townhouse...every time my neighbors would hammer something, I ended up in a ball of tears or moving to attack the noise. God, I was messed up in the head, still am. I needed the space that comes with living alone in the boonies.

The newly repaired blade found itself hanging over the fireplace in my new place. I hung the bloody thing up this morning. I had heard screaming from outside my house. I looked out the back window, noting four girls running.

Why would they be in the snow playing, at ten at night? I found myself asking. I thought I saw a shape in the dark, much bigger than the girls. Then I saw another figure in the dark

"God damn it!" I snarled, running for the door. My hand grabbed the blade off the fireplace as I ran past. I put on the combat boots I had sitting by the door but didn't tie them up. My free hand started to put on a winter coat I had next to the door as I ran out of my home.

I almost had it on when I ran into the back of a man. It felt like I had hit a brick wall. He turned to face me, a smile on his face. It wasn't a pretty smile, or something that reached those dark eyes, but one of pure malice, Evil with a capital E.

"Prey… Are you going to run from me? Please, run in terror! It makes the blood taste so much bett-" Calling me Prey was all I needed to know. He was here to hurt those girls and maybe myself now. He hadn't had a chance to finish before I beheaded him.

"Wanker talked too much." I said to myself, hearing another scream of terror from the girls.

I ended up breaking into an all-out sprint, my coat forgotten. I came up on the three men prowling around the girls. I stepped up to one from behind, blade being driven into the creature's back. Its blood sprayed from his stomach.

Without stopping my stride, I stepped over the girls, glaring at the two others. I held the sword in front of my naked body, protecting myself and the young girls. As I moved to the guard position, the blade lit up, a white glow coming from it. What the fuck? I wondered but put it out of my mind.

"Be gone from this place!" I demanded, noting my breath in the air.

"Lady Knight, you dare demand of us to leave, to let our rightfully gotten prey go?" asked one of the creatures in a voice that sent shivers down my spine.

"You are on my property. I am well within my rights to defend my own property. Now, begone before you join your companion." I told him, gesturing with my chin.

The creature snapped his own blade out. God, it was fast. The sword in my hand blocked it, barely. My left elbow snapped out, striking the creatures nose. It jerked back in pain. I didn't even know that he had moved. How the hell did I do that?

My blade twisted, shoving itself backwards. There was a grunt of pain, then a thud as a body hit the ground.

"In the name of the Lord Almighty, I order you to depart these lands!" My voice moved of its own. What the fuck? I didn't want to say that! Who the hell is the Lord Almighty? Was it the Christian god? I remember hearing about that as a kid. If anything, I am more of a follower of the Norse then I am of the Christian God, so why would I speak about him?

"This is not over, Lady Knight!" The creature snarled before taking off into the woods, away from the blade's light. I gave him a thirty second count before turning to look at the scared girls. The one I had gutted was on fire?! His skin was on fire, melting the snow around him.

"Come on, girls, let's get out of this cold." I smiled at them "I'll make some hot cocoa and you can call your parents." I held my hand out to the girl closet to me.

After taking them inside, I put on a sweatshirt and pants. Comfort was mandatory after literally freezing my ta-tas off. As I moved to start heating up the water for the cocoa, I placed the sword back in its place. I frowned at it. This was the second time I said something while using it, something to ponder. Later. There were little girls that needed a hug. I shrugged a little before going to the stove.

"Girls call your parents. I need to talk with them before I call the police. They might not want any of you involved." I told them. The blonde girl took my phone to call her parents. It wouldn't be long until they were here to talk with them and the police.

God, I was freezing. I didn't feel the cold when I was out there but now, I can't stop chattering my teeth. I'll get in the shower after the girls leave. Since I took the girls in via my back door, I glanced out one of my front windows. The one I had decapitated was gone, leaving nothing but burns in the grass, the snow melted.

The next few hours went by in a blur to me. I remember speaking to the Police and the girls' parents, barely. God, my hands wouldn't stop shaking. I felt sick. I am pretty sure I threw up several times… Pretty sure I puked on the officer who tried to imply I kidnapped the girls, but I don't quite remember.

Stupid PTSD, I moved out to the county to get away from this nonsense. I didn't want to deal with fighting any more. I just wanted to stop shaking but my limbs were not listing to me. God, where was the blood from? I swallowed hard, my eyes seeing the blood that covered me in Iraq.

I became aware of my surroundings in the shower. I wasn't lying in the shower or anything, I was just standing under the water, I think I was trying to wash all the blood off. It just wouldn't come off. Thank god for tankless water heaters. Judging from the amount of pruning on my fingers, I had been standing there for a long time.

After getting out of the shower and drying off, I grabbed the phone to call my blacksmith.

"Ello?" a sleepy voice asked.

I glanced at the time, it was eight AM, way early for my friend. "Meh, Jared, Get your ass over here. I was attacked last night. Some very strange things happened regarding the sword. I have questions regarding it."

I could almost hear my friend bolt out of bed, ok, I did hear him bolt out of bed when he fell off it in his rush when he heard I was attacked.

"I'll be right there." Jared told me and hung up.

He would be here in half an hour, so I made a pot of coffee to help wake him up. As expected, thirty minutes later, I heard tires on gravel. Yep, Jared was here. There was a knock, then the door opened.

"Kait?" Jared asked. My friend was a broad-shouldered man, black hair with silver starting to appear in his hair and beard. He wore his bangs long but the sides of his head short. He stood at about six feet tall. "You ok? What happened?"

"Not really…" I mumbled "There were some girls in the woods last night. They were screaming in terror. I grabbed the sword, running out the front door since it was the closest to me." I pointed to where it was hanging. "There was one out front." I shivered slightly "He called me prey. I chopped his head off but his body burnt up. I ended up leaving my coat behind, laying on the ground by the door in my hurry to protect the girls.

I found the girls in the backyard, while I was wearing only my combat boots and the sword. The fucking thing was glowing like a damn light stick." I looked at Jared. "What the fuck did you do?"

Jared shook his head as he picked up the sword. "I don't know of any way to make metal glow like you described... When I reforged the blade, if I had simply put the blade back together, there would have been nasty scars from the break. I had the idea to make it thinner to better suit you when I was reforging it.

"A crusader broadsword just wouldn't fit your frame. I reworked the hilt to make it fit your small hands a little bit better. When I removed the blade from the hilt, I found that someone forged a nail into the blade. I have no idea why someone would work a nail in like that, leaving it intact like that. I didn't touch it because it was in the spine of the blade..."

He gave me one of his smiles that lit up his whole face. "I was looking for a ruby colored stone I had in one of my drawers but when I pulled my hand out, this coin was in my hand. Never seen it before but I knew this coin had to be put into it." He showed me the hilt where he had laid a golden roman coin into the hilt.

I took the offered blade before I ran my hand over the coin. I would have sworn it shocked me when I touched it, like when you touch a door after rubbing your feet across the carpet. The blade was beautifully done. There was a woman standing in the center of the coin, wearing a toga. If I had to guess, I would say her hair was blond, but I have no idea how I knew that. I would have sworn that the woman shown in the coin moved once I touched it. The woman was standing on an hourglass.

This sword was beautiful. It seemed to shine with power, filling me with an urge to help my fellow man. What the hell? I don't even like to leave my house, much less help anyone! The blade fell out of my hand in shock, falling onto the counter with a loud thud and a clattering sound as the blade bounced off the counter.

"Jesus, Kait! Don't drop the thing! You know better." Jared told me as he inspected the blade for damage.

"God damn thing made me want to get off my ass and help someone." I said, frowning at the blade.

Jared snorted "Kaitlyn, you are a fucking paladin in real life. I've seen you tear apart men way bigger than you just because they were being cruel to a damn dog in Iraq. I know the last two years've been hard on you, but I think you need to get out of the house more. God knows I rarely leave the house, yet it is more often than you do. If the sword wants you to go help someone, then get off your ass and do something about it."

I snorted at him "I hate leaving the house." I grumbled but my fingers wrapped around the blade, anyway. I closed my eyes, feeling power in the blade. The sword fit perfectly in my tiny hands. I don't have Donald Trump hands, or anything, but I am a small woman, damn it.

I would need to learn how to wield it, now, or rather better. Why do I feel like a damn Blues Brother? I gave my friend a smile before speaking in a Chicago Accent. "I'm on a mission from God."

My friend laughed at me "Da Bears."

I snorted "Da Bulls are da greatest in da world!"

Jared rolled his eyes before opening my fridge. Damn, that man never stopped eating. "You moving to Chicago for your mission from God?"

I shook my head slightly, a frown forming on my face. "I think I am going to avoid the Midwest for a while."

"Why, Kait?" Jared asked.

"Just a strange feeling that I need to avoid that area." I shook my head, before placing the blade back above the fireplace.

The next few months had been a bit boring for being on a mission from God. I ended up taking some Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu classes. It really is true, once you know one form, the rest is easy. After the third class, the instructors all but demanded that I show up every day because I was apparently a prodigy in this.

I only had to be shown how to do something once before I was able to replicate it perfectly. I still made mistakes, mostly in choosing which attack to make, but the motions were flawless. I guess it was the time I spent with the Marines, their moves, I guess, applied here.

In the evenings, I read books on the occult. I often found myself in D.C., god, that place sucks donkey- Anyway, I found this book store that sold books on the subject. The man behind the counter was really creepy, almost like he was wearing a skin suit, like the one Eger wore in Men in Black.

But hey, at least, he was friendly, gave me a great discount on my purchases. I still haven't figured out why he calls me Lady Knight, either, but I'm not going to turn down cheap books. Also, of late, when I visit that store, I've taken to taking the sword with me. Jared made me an awesome scabbard for it, and a tube that looks like it would hold a long poster to hide it, so I could carry it around D.C. Hidden in the cap of the tube is a digital camera. You never know when you might need proof of something.

Tonight, was muggy as hell. It always is in D.C. in the summer. Why the hell did they build this damn city over a swamp, I'll never figure out. I noted a slut pack walking down the street, you know the type of women, the ones that wore the skimpiest outfits and always ended up going home with someone. They were like a bowl of neapolitan ice cream, a blonde, redhead and a brunette and they clearly were on the prowl for something tonight.

It was a little odd to see them at this time of day however. Most of those types of girls don't come out until well after the sun goes down. It was nearly seven at night. Maybe their boytoys were taking them out to dinner first.

I ended up following them for some reason. At the time, I had no idea why. I just turned around after they had gone half a block. It was the damndest thing. I found myself trying to hide from these girls. I followed them for four blocks. I smiled as we walked past Pennsylvania Avenue, all blocked off to prevent cars from driving up on the White House.

The girls crossed the street and entered a building across Fifteenth Street. I held back, taking a seat on the marble half-wall next to the Department of the Treasury. There was an upscale club in that building called POV. Gave great views of the area, I would totally recommend it if you were in DC, well, and can afford it.

The sky started to grow dark when I started to hear honest-to-god World of Warcraft music. I blinked as I looked around. Where was that coming from? Maybe an iPhone perhaps? I shrugged to myself before walking over to a street vendor to buy myself water.

I had just finished the bottle when that damn music changed. It became more adrenaline rushing, bringing a touch of urgency with it, the kind you get while in a raid. I saw the women I had followed leave the club. Clinging to each of the women, college aged men hung off their arms.

I started to follow them across the street, keeping them slightly in front of me as we walked. I followed them as they entered a hotel. God, this place was gaudy, the Sofitel hotel looked like it belonged as a temple in Greece. I half-expected Zeus to smite me for being a heathen.

I followed them into a lift but the girls had no eyes for me. I would have sworn that the redhead's eyes went silver for a moment before she kissed the man she was with. Now, I've been horny, I've wanted someone so bad I've torn clothes off. To call what I felt next as horny is like calling the White House just a house.

Let me tell you, the moment those two kissed, I left a puddle on the floor. I've never felt lust like that. I wanted to join the two of them. I noticed the other two couples had started to kiss. Male shirts were already lifting when the doors opened.

We all fell out of the lift, I stayed a few paces back, gods, I wanted to be in the middle of that pile that was going to happen. Wait! What the fuck? I asked myself. Since when did you swing that way?! I blinked a few times.

While I could appreciate a good-looking woman, I didn't exactly bat for that team. Aside from a kiss here and there while I was drunk and, in the Navy,, that's all that had ever happened. Now, I wanted those women more than the men. The men almost were not even there.

Something was strange here. What exactly, I was not sure. My heart pounded in my ears as I popped the top off the tube that concealed my sword. The moment that my hand wrapped around the hilt, the feelings of lust were gone. I blinked a few times. Sure, my body felt the effects still but my mind was suddenly clear.

By the time I had gathered my wits about me, I noticed the group entering a room at the end of the hall. Luckily for me, they left the door ajar. I took my blade out, noting a faint glow from it. I heard a loud chime that made me jump. In the other hand, I pulled out the camera and ensured that the flash was off.

Glancing around, I didn't see anything that could have made that sound. I heard a woman's voice come from thin air, counting down. Five… Four… Three… At three, I moved in front of the door. At two, I raised my foot. At one, I kicked the door in. It slammed into the wall, sticking into the drywall.

The three women were riding their partners. Damn, they were fast getting undressed but, as I entered, the redhead snarled at me. I never knew a face could ever look that inhuman. I snapped off several photos from my hip, before pocketing the camera.

"Knight." Said the redhead, her voice sounding very strange, distorted, almost as if she was speaking through a tube. "Leave us to our prey. They came willingly."

I shook my head, my mind putting the pieces together. Those long nights reading about the occult had really helped me. I remember reading about a form of Vampire. I found these vamps to be strange as hell because they feld on the soul, not blood. There was a clan for each of the deadly sins if my memory was right.

I was damn sure that I got hit with a lust whammy in the lift and that was the same thing that had enthralled these poor men. I shook my head. "They only wished to have a good time, not to become food, their life force sucked out of them. Leave them, now." I ordered.

"Or what, Knight? We were not aware that Fidelacchius was back in the world." Snarled the blonde woman, still rocking her hips into her prey.

"Don't be stupid, Sister." Said the Brunette. "That can't be Fidelacchius. That blade is a cane sword."

I shook my head "I don't care what you call this blade. You will stop your feeding, now, or else I will make you."

By the gods, how the hell does anyone move that fast? The Brunette, despite being the farthest from me, was on her feet before my eyes could even process what I had seen. I turned to the side, too slow to fully get away from the blow.

A freaking table slammed in to my shoulder at what felt like mach one. I flew into the bathroom door and into the toilet, cracking the bowl in half. Great, just what I needed. Judging from the color, someone didn't flush after. Assholes. Just what I needed to smell like on the Metro, urine.

She was in the doorway, looming over me. Thankfully, the blade was still in my hands, but the vampire started to grab for me. I heard another alarm and saw something that would have made me scream if I had not been fighting for my life. I saw in red letters BLOCK. They were quivering just like Deadly Boss Mod would do in WoW. What the hell is up with that?

"Not today, asswipe!" I snarled, the blade snapping up and cleanly severing her arm, just above the elbow. She let out a scream of pain before jerking back. Her blood was just a little too pale to be human. I swallowed, trying to keep my stomach from rebelling. Oh, god… blood everywhere, again… no get it together, Kait!

"Next time, Knight, we will be ready for you!" came the snarl from the disarmed girl, no, really, she had lost her arm so that meant she was disarmed… I needed to put on Aviator sunglasses to make that joke work better, next time. Anyway, the three bolted from the room, taking the severed arm with them.

I sighed before wiping clean the blade of my sword. After I carefully placed it back inside its holder, I withdrew several small objects, wrapped in blue plastic. With a sigh, I opened several Maxi-Pads and dropped them on the floor to make it seem like it just was a bad visit from Aunt Flo. When the guys came to, seeing those pads would cause them not to question what happened.

I left the hotel, my hands shaking slightly. My breath came heavy as my heart thudded in my chest. I found myself leaning with one arm onto the lift's wall. They had put brass on the walls and I could see my reflection. I looked like shit. The left side of my face looked like it had met with a meat grinder. I picked chunks of porcelain out of my cheek on the ride down.

"Hope this doesn't scar." I grumbled to myself as the door opened at the main level. I put the tube on my shoulder and started to bounce out, like I was having the grandest time in the world. I almost made it out of the lobby when a guard stopped me.

"Miss? Are you ok?" He asked.

I gave him my best come fuck me smile before speaking in a very cheery tone "Oh, no, luv, I am on my way to a costume party. I'm going as a damsel in distress." I let out a flirtatious giggle before spinning, making sure the guard noticed my ass. "Do you think I nailed it?"

The guard snorted "You fooled me, so, yes, I think you have." The guard said with a bow of his head. "Have a great night, miss." He said before opening the door for me.

I nodded my thanks before leaving the hotel. It was a short walk to the metro station. Fuck, I could smell the urine on me. No one came within five feet of me, I smelled that bad. From the looks I was given, they must have thought I was homeless or something.

One thing I did notice, there was another blonde woman following me. She had long flowing blonde hair and her ample breasts filled out the dress she wore. It was tasteful, like a businesswoman would wear. She smiled at me from across the train.

I gave this woman a leary eye as she got up and walked over to me. She smiled at me before sitting next to me. "Hi, I'm Shelia." She said, holding her hand out.

I took it before mumbling "Kaitlyn." I still smelled, and it pissed me off, so to speak. Yes, as the saying goes, it is far better to be pissed off then to be pissed on.

"Quite the smell you found, Kaitlyn." Shiela told said to me.

I snorted. "I fell into a toilet and it broke."

Shiela eyed me with worry in her eyes. "Honey, if someone is attacking you..." She started but I held up a hand to stop her.

"I'm single, so it isn't my man doing this to me. I fell into a damn toilet." I said, looking her in the eye.

Shelia laughed softly. "Oh, dear me, I am sorry for assuming. You know what they say when you assume something."

I smiled as I nodded. "You make an ass out of you and me."

Shelia smiled, god, it lit up her face. I sighed. Son of a whore, those damn vampires still had my hormones all out of whack.

"Van Dorn Street." Came the chime from the train operator.

Shelia took my hand and wrote a number in it. "Call me." She said before leaving the train.

I looked at the number and sighed. Could this night get any stranger? And why the fuck are the passengers not looking at me and keeping their children from doing the same? I leaned back for the three-minute ride to the last metro stop and, finally, my car.

"Shit." I mumbled to myself as I got off the metro, still getting a very wide berth from the other passengers. I'm going to have to get in my car smelling like this. I rolled my eyes at that thought. At least, I had leather seats.

It didn't take long to find my white mini cooper with black stripes down the hood nor did it blow up on the hour drive home. Thank Loki for that one! I thought about what happened these pasts few months, wondering if it could get any stranger. After a very long and hot shower after I arrived in my forest home, I passed out in my bed.

A few nights later, I found myself back in D.C., again, but this time in the occult shop. I was in the back row, scanning over the books when someone bumped into me. It wasn't a hard bump, just the type that happens when you are not paying attention to thing.

"Oh, pardon me." came the voice that bumped me. Of all the persons to literally run into, it was Shiela, the Metro Chick. I ran into her here, in an occult shop? What are the odds?

I shook my head. "Oh, hello Shiela."

She smiled at me. "You didn't call me."

I let out a soft laugh. "Sorry, honey, but I am strictly dickly."

Shiela shook her head slightly. "Well, perhaps we could become just friends then? You strike me as just someone fascinating to know."

I just rolled my eyes at her. "Maybe." I said, not committing to anything. Shiela pointed at a book near the bottom shelf.

"That's a good book to read." She told me.

I picked up the book she pointed at, reading the cover out loud. "The Order of the Blackened Denarius. Sounds dark." I tilted my head slightly. I was drawn to this book, like it had information I needed to know. "Thank you. I think I'm going to go read this now."

I opened the cover as I started to walk for skin suit guy, reading the opening warning about the order.

Whoever touches the coins is tainted and given power by the Fallen within. The Fallen leads the mortal deeper into its influence by offering, never forcing, until the mortal has surrendered enough of themselves and the Fallen takes control, fully exploiting their weaknesses and undermining their strength. Few mortals can withstand them.

I frowned at those words. Who exactly were the Fallen? What made them so horrible to humans? Can I say that I was interested in finding out more? I placed the book on the table.

"A book on that Order, eh?" Asked Eger the skin suit.

I nodded. "Came highly recommended."

Eger nodded before his massive hand pulled down another book. The cover read Knights of the Sword, Paladins of God. I frowned at the book, but Eger placed it next to the one I picked out.

"You'll need this book to understand the book on the Order. I suggest you read that one first." Eger told me.

I sighed "You are just trying to get more money out of me."

Eger shook his head. "No, Lady Knight. Far too long have you been ignorant of what you are. That book is free of charge. The book on the Order, however, will run you a hundred."

I snorted. "Robbery I tell you." I swiped my card when I was told to, a hundred dollars lighter moments later.

Even though I was told to read the book on the Knights first, I started reading the book on the Order.

Judas Iscariot has plagued humanity ever since he was paid thirty pieces of silver to betray His Lord, Jesus Christ, causing His death. While later, he was found dead, in a field later known as the Field of Blood, the silver pieces were used to bind the Fallen.

Who are the Fallen? They were the Angels that fell from grace. They are the ones that turned on their creator. Before Judas turned on Jesus, the Fallen were free to take hosts whenever they liked, often overpowering the mind of the host, stealing their free will.

History tells us that Judas hanged himself. While this is true, it was the host of one of the Fallen who hanged himself, having been tricked by Anduriel into betraying His Lord. That is why he attempted to return the blood price of his betrayal.

The Bible suggests that Judas killed himself that night. What really happened is that Judas escaped for several years. Later, he was found by the first of the Knights of the Cross. Judas was confronted by Saul or, if you wish to use his Christian name, Paul.

It turned out that Anduriel had taken root inside of Judas's soul. Anduriel attempted to fight Paul but found that the holy blade, forged with one of the nails of the cross, made Paul more than a match for the Fallen Angel. Prior to the creation of the Swords, very few mortals could fight the Fallen and live.

While they fought, Paul spoke with Judas, eventually causing him great remorse for his actions. Judas fled from the duel. When Paul found him later, he had hanged himself in an attempt to be rid of Anduriel.

Paul begged His Lord to help stop the Fallen from taking a life like Judas's own. The Lord God heard Paul's pleas. As punishment for taking His son's human life away, the remaining thirty Fallen were forced to inhabit the blood price given to Judas. Anduriel was further cursed to forever wear Judas's noose. There is a rumor within the Church that strangling Anduriel with his own noose is the only method that will harm this Fallen.

Unforuntally, the coins were scattered as they bound the Fallen, where ever they had been. Since then, the Fallen are known as the Order of the Blackened Denarius. Often, the members of this Order commit the foulest of deeds, often tempting other mortals with power. The coin offers power but at the expense of your soul. The only known way for anyone to save their own souls from the Fallen is to willingly give up the Coin.

Within these pages lay descriptions of each Fallen and some of their known acts. Note: It is possible that the Order was created through other means, such as Lucifer not wishing to be stabbed in the back again by these thirty Fallen.

"Don't they sound lovely." I snorted. I slid the book aside, reaching into my bag to pick up the other book. I read the cover again, blinking at it.

"Mother Fucker." I said. "I'm a goddamn Knight of the Cross?! I have to fight these Fallen Angels?" I shook my head.

With a sigh, I opened the book, reading the first page.

The Knights of the Sword is an Order that was created months after the Crucifixion of Christ. Using the nails used to hold Our Lord and Savior to the Cross, blades were forged. The Order was given the task of helping those who could not help themselves, most particularly anyone who held a coin that marked them as belonging to the Order of the Blackened Denarius.

Many times, the holders of the Swords were God's own hand on Earth. They performed many great acts in His name. These blades found themselves in all walks of life, requiring not even Christian faith to be the wielder of one. Reports from the Knights themselves show that they had some sort of sign, which varied from Knight to Knight, of the quests or tasks that God had for them.

There were those that held the sword for one task only, while others took up the blade for life. These latter are the true Knights of the Sword. They were chosen to wield the blades for the right reasons, to protect others. Note, if the blades are used incorrectly, or if the user casts judgement upon another soul, the protections around the blade will shatter. Mortals are not to assume that they know God's will.

There are three known Swords of the Cross. They are The Sword of Faith, The Sword of Love (Excalibur), and The Sword of Hope (Durendal). The Sword of Faith has no recorded name as it had been broken and reforged several times resulting in prior forms being lost to time.

There is debate rEgerding a possible fourth Sword, but this blade has never been confirmed due to the sword being found. Sadly, many records were lost to time, allowing for this blade to exist or not to exist. It is unknown if there simply were no records or if they have been destroyed by the Order of Blackened Denarius

Another reason for this debate is simply that historians cannot agree if there were three nails or four nails that held Christ to the Cross. If the fabled sword does exist, made from the fourth nail, several scholars that are aware of the Swords existence argue that it would be the Sword of Spirit, representing God's Holy Spirit.

There are records from the area that later became Iraq, dismissed by the Catholic Church as heresy, that a Sultan was the bearer of a blade in the late twelfth century, quite possibly the Sword of Spirit.

Reports state that the blade was broken by a Crusader, attempting to murder the previous holder. As the other Three blades are accounted for, it is this author's opinion that this blade is in fact the Sword of Spirit.

When the Sultan blocked with his own normal blade, the Holy Sword shattered. The Crusader would not give up his perceived duty, stroking a fatal blow to the Sultan with a dagger. The reports state that it took the Sultan a week to die. He was buried with his blessed blade.

Over time, the burial location, even the Sultan's own name, was lost to history. The Sword itself faded into legend and even then, it faded from there. If the blade is out there, then it is waiting for the right person to find it.

I sat the book down, leaning back in my chair. That fourth nail, it feels right to me. I think I've found that fourth blade. Now what happens? I shook my head slightly. I could put the blade back on the mantle or I could take on the mantle of being a Knight of the Cross.

I snorted. This was exactly why these supernatural creatures kept calling me Lady Knight.

"I will take up the sword to help those who cannot help themselves." I said, a crack of thunder right behind my house making me jump the moment I finished speaking.

"God damn weather!" I snapped, my hand on my chest as my heart tried to jump out. I tried hard not to notice that I could see the full moon and there was not a cloud in the sky.

I tore through the two books, god, err, man, there was a lot of information to take in. Welding the blades poorly causes them to break. Very interesting so to speak. I will need to pick up at least a second and third daggers for other deeds.

I might be working for the Big Man upstairs now, but I believe in Loki too. A trickster god would never forgive me if I didn't play a little dirty now and then. What's a little chaos among friends, right?

It was a little after two in the afternoon when I called Jared. "Ello?" Asked his sleepy voice.

"God damn… fuck…Gosh damn it, Jared, stop sleeping all day. Get your ass over here, I need help with something." I told my sleeping friend. Like me, he hardy sleeps but when either of us falls asleep, we tended to sleep at all times of day or night.

"Okay?" My friend said to me.

"Twenty Minutes." I told him before hang up abruptly. I grabbed a notepad to start listing everything I'll need.

"Let's see here, I'll need body armor… Hmm, Kevlar and steel? Maybe?" I listed both on the pad, thinking about steel armor. Yes, it would restrict some of my movements, but it would prevent claws and other sharp objects from sinking in.

The book said that a dagger was just as likely from the Denarians as was another form of treachery. Hell, some of the Fallen forms have claws. Chain mail at least, but that would get hung up on claws. Damn, yea, solid steel armor is needed for them.

I spent the next twenty minutes going over what I thought I needed, making a rather extensive list. Mostly I was killing time until my friend arrived. I wasn't disappointed when I heard a car coming up my gravel driveway.

I met my friend at his car, giving him a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Afternoon Jared."

He nodded at me. "Kait, so what's the big deal?"

I smiled at him, moving to walk inside. "Well I need things made for me."

He cocked an eyebrow as we entered. "What kind of things?"

I handed him the list of items. Both of his eyebrows shot up. "This isn't going to be cheap." He told me.

I smiled at him "Well, my investments have been paying off of late, I'll sell my stocks to get you the cash. In the short term, I need that body armor made."

He sighed as he looked up from my notes. "Do you really want a Cross on your armor? I thought you didn't believe in him."

I laughed at him, showing him my teeth. "When He hands you a holy sword, you tend to error on the side of caution. Besides, many have faith in the Cross, which from my reading is a power on to its own."

We ended up discussing the design of my armor for the rest of the evening. We ended up going with several styles and levels of armor depending on the nature of mission I was on. Jared ended up leaving around three in the morning I think, I woke up alone in my house after I passed out on my couch…

The sun had come out when I awoke to a direct beam in the eyes. That always sucks to wake up to. After getting ready for the day, which I found odd as hell, since normally it was roll out of bed, go for a run, shower and lounge around naked, maybe do my dailies in WoW.

No, today, I found myself walking out the door, makeup perfect, wearing slacks and a blouse. Normally I would wear high heels, but for some reason I picked out flats. I had the blade slung over my shoulder. I really didn't realize what I was doing until I had driven away from my home.

Well damn, I guess I have a mission from Him again. "A note wouldn't go amiss!" I called out, looking up to the sky. "Care to give me a clue as to where I am going?"

I slammed on the breaks as I reached the end of my driveway. I freaking arrow appeared at the top right of my windshield. "Well fuck a duck. I guess follow the arrow?" I shrugged before hitting the gas, following the arrow.

I hate driving in D.C. One-way streets everywhere, traffic barely crawling as it moved from light to light. I found myself not far from the Senate building. I frowned slightly before reaching into my purse. I slipped a ribbon around my neck, grabbed the tube and left my car.

I still could see that damned arrow, it was in the corner of my eye. It was leading me up the steps. I noticed senator McCain walking down the steps. I'll be damned, the neapolitan gang where the guys damn aides.

What was the White Court doing here? I blinked at the Brunette. She was fully hole. Damn, I think I got someone else killed. She had to of fed until death to get the energy to regrow a limb. I smiled sweetly and started up the stairs.

"Senator McCain!" I called out. I was one of several voices, including reporters. I rolled my eyes slightly as he didn't hear me. I moved across the stairs, moving in front of him. His security had already started to direct him around me, when the Senator looked up from the reporter he was speaking to and noticed me.

John McCain walked right up to me and held out his hand. "Petty Officer Kalor. It is a pleasure to finally meet the first woman recipient of the Medal of Honor." The neapolitan trio noticed me as their boss started to speak. If looks could kill, I would of exploded from the glares they gave me.

I shook the offered hand dramatically and slowly, letting the reporters take their photos. Strong odds that this meeting would end up on CNN in about twenty seconds.

"Good afternoon Senator." I said as I shook his hand. "It is my pleasure to finally meet you as well."

He gave a warm smile towards me, but clearly playing for the Cameras. "What brings such a decorated war hero to Congress today?"

I reached into the top of the tube, pulling the camera out. "Well Senator, I was coming to see about getting an appointment with you actually."

McCain raised an eyebrow at that before he bowed slightly. "What can I do for you Petty Officer?"

I noticed several uniformed members of the armed forces coming down the stairs. Damn Army, why now? I wondered. Crap, the General noticed me.

"Well Senator, I have some information you might want to know about." I flashed him the back of the camera, showing him an image. "Perhaps in private?" I asked.

Damn, the General wasn't here for McCain. The General gave me a salute, as did his his aides. I snapped to attention, my heels clicked together with an audible click. Silly old Military habits. I returned the salute crisply.

"You are Petty Officer Kaitlyn Kalor are you not?" The General asked me. "The First woman recipient of the Medal of Honor?"

Damn, damn, damn. I noticed several TV cameras pointing in our direction. Yep, CNN already was broadcasting this meeting. Apparently, this is big news. Hell, a General, a Senator, and someone who holds the first of anything is newsworthy.

I nodded slightly "Yes General Kracken."

He nodded. "I was disheartened to find out that you had left the service. I never did find out about the reason why."

I showed him my teeth "The Navy felt that the trama I had experienced in was simply too much for me to bear and remain in active duty. My contract simply was not renewed."

The General frowned slightly. "Please give my office a call, I would love to speak with you about your post service view of the VA and the military."

I nodded "I look forward to it. Perhaps have your office call me for when you are available?" I asked as I handed him my card.

"Of course, Petty Officer. Now if you will excuse me, I have a meeting." the General said with a smile.

I nodded to him. "Have a great day." I said, the General turning away the moment I finished speaking. I looked at the Senator. He nodded to me.

"We can speak in my office, right now." He turned to lead the way back in, heading for the Senators line.

"She's with me." Senator McCain told the guard, bypassing the scanner, and thus my sword and I entered the building without setting off alarms. Minutes later, we were entering his office. When the trio attempted to follow us in, the Senator closed the door on their faces.

"How did you get those photos?" He asked me.

I bared my teeth at him. "When I kicked in the hotel door."

He snorted at me. "Brave of you, but why did you do it?"

"Did you notice who the men were?" I asked. He shook his head, so I changed to a new photo. He paled slightly. "So, your aides are screwing around with your opponent's son and the General Kraken's two boys. I wonder why they were doing that?"

He frowned slightly. "How much do you want then?"

I held up my hand. "I am not here to blackmail you Senator. I am simply a concerned citizen."

He thought for a few moments before hitting his intercom. "Tracy, can you please bring Stacy and Carol to my office?"

The door opened a few seconds later, the three girls walking in. The redhead moved to close the door but McCain held up his hand.

"It has come to my attention that the three of you have done deads that makes this office look bad. If this office looks bad, it reflects upon me. You three are dismissed from my employee. Security will escort you from the building. Your personal items will be mailed to you." McCain said, his tone stern.

The three women started to sputter in protest, but they felt a hand on their shoulders. It was security there to escort them from the building.

As Carol was being lead out she snapped her head to me. "This isn't over Lady Knight."

I rolled my eyes, missing the intake of air from Senator McCain. "I do believe she threatened me. Oh, my, what ever shall I do?" I showed her my teeth. "There isn't a damn thing you can do to me now Ms. Raith."

The guard closed the door behind them, cutting Carol off from replying. I turned to look at the Senator, to say my goodbyes.

"Which blade?" He asked me.

I blinked at him. "Pardon?"

He shook his head. "When I was younger, I met Shiro Yoshimo. He saved me from an attack while I was on shore leave." He smiled at me. "Shiro is part of the reason why I am a Baptist now."

I nodded. "The blade is the Sword of Spirit."

He frowned slightly. "That's not one of the three blades."

I shook my head at him. "No, it's not. It's the fourth blade, lost for over seven hundred years."

He took a sharp intake of air when he heard it was the fourth blade. Nodding, he stood up. "Thank you again Lady Knight. If you need anything, please contact my office. I will leave standing orders that you are to be connected immediately."

I stood as well, my hand reaching out to shake goodbye. "Thank you, Senator, for your kindness, oh, could someone send me detailed maps of the Yucatan, that would be very helpful."

Senator McCain smiled at me "I see what I can do." I nodded before I showing myself out of the office and the building.

Thankfully, I made it home with little trouble, but still trying to puzzle out why I wanted maps of the Yucatan peninsula. All well, something else to worry about later.

I really didn't leave the house until after Jared finished my body armor. Apparently, there wasn't much I needed to do while I waited for my armor. The design almost made me Iron Man. There were bands around the stomach and back to allow bending and movement without sacrificing protection. The most important thing, it highlighted my curves perfectly. Not only was I protected, I looked damn sexy in it.

The extremely high-resolution shots of Yucatan arrived by courier a few weeks after I met with Senator. I frowned when I saw the Maya ruins. Grabbing my phone, I called Jared.

"I think I want to go on a road trip. I've always wanted to see some Maya ruins. You and Liz wanna come with me?" I asked my friend.

"Um, we are not driving, are we?" Jared asked me.

I let out a laugh. "Oh, yes, we are. I'm buying an RV later. We can see all sorts of places on the way! Graceland, New Orleans, the Grand Canyon, all sorts of places in Mexico."

I heard grumbling on the other side. "You never want to go anywhere." Jared said.

I smiled. "True, but I really think that we'll have fun."

He snorted in to the phone. "Fine… We'll come."

"We are leaving tomorrow." I told him and hung up. I had an RV to buy!