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This is if Dove Redfern hadn't died, or met Quinn.
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The alley was dark and deserted, a startling contrast to the bustling Las Vegas strip only a few blocks away. Three figures stood in the shadows, keeping a sharp eye on their surroundings while rechecking their equipment. The tallest one held up a crossbow with a sharp, wood-tipped bolt.
"This baby can shoot up to 1200 yards," he said, gazing at it almost lovingly. "Those bloodsuckers won't know what hit 'em."
"Even if they did, it wouldn't matter." snorted the girl standing behind him. She was short, with spiky red hair. "They'd be nothing but dust by the time they tried to do anything about it."
"That's what we're hoping for," said their companion. He was testing the tip of a wooden knife that he had designed especially for dealing with vampires. Satisfied with its sharpness, he placed it in his right shoe, matching the silver knife he had already hidden in his left shoe. "Fi, did you contact HQ? They were supposed to send backup a half hour ago."
"I called, but they're short on recruits. They said they'd send some over as soon as they could, but it looks like everyone's held up. Those damn Night World creatures have been striking so often these days." Fiona grimaced, tightening her hold on the stake in her hand. "I can't wait to see them all disappear. To make them all disappear."
"Easy, Fi," laughed the first boy. "You'll get your chance to take them down soon enough. I don't know who's more eager these days, you or Tristan."
"They've been attacking too many innocent people," Tristan said grimly. "They need to be stopped. The Redferns especially. And if we don't get backup now, we'll have to go in alone. We can't afford to let her escape."
"We'll wait for five more minutes, and if they don't come, we'll go in."
Tristan nodded. He wasn't too worried. The three of them were like the A-team of an elite group of hunters. Fiona was tiny but deadly. She had been trained by her father to slay the Night people without a thought. Most of her opponents made the costly mistake of assuming her size was a weakness. Bet they'd regret that if they were alive today, he thought.
Lance was an expert with weapons. He rarely, if ever, missed his target. Even without weapons, he was skilled in hand to hand combat. Everyone back at headquarters knew Lance as the tall wiry boy, who always had a crossbow slung across his back, a gun in his back pocket and a knife or two hidden about his person. Needless to say, Lance wasn't very popular at nightclubs.
And Tristan? He had been raised by an aunt and uncle who cared for him as if he were their own child. Then, just after he turned fourteen, his aunt and uncle had been attacked and killed by a shapeshifter in its bear form while they were on a hike. Tristan managed to escape with minor scratches and a heart full of vengeance. After four years of training with the hunters, he had a muscular form and a serious expression on his face that earned him sly comments from Fiona and Lance about leaving them to join the army. Even back at headquarters they'd nicknamed him "the marine". He smiled at their jokes, but that was all. It had been four years since he'd laughed.
"Tristan? It's been five minutes." Fiona was looking at him expectedly.
"Are you guys ready? Weapons loaded?"
Fiona nodded. Lance raised his eyebrows and replied, "Like you even have to ask."
"Okay. Let's go."