Torin, the keeper of disease, settled in his chair and observed the surveillance monitors of the fortress. Everyone except Paris had reunion back home due the Amun incident with Haidee, but it seems that everyone except Strider are accepting her into the family. Torin shifted his emeralds eyes at the monitor with Maddox embracing Ashlyn, who was in her final month of labor, and sighed deeply knowing the any physical connect was lost to him. Maddox had left him in charge of doing a personal background check on the doctor, who is suppose to deliver the twins, because apparently Maddox has a hitch that he got bribed by the Hunters. Maddox's hitches are never wrong, so Torin soft leather gloves tapped at the computer, searching for any money trails.
Three hours later, and twenty-six security fire walls broken through attached with a few felony charges, Torin discovered the money transfers towards the dirty doctor. "Maddox is going to have a tantrum," he mumbled, rising from his chair towards the door.
"Maddox, stop it we are in the kitchen," giggled Ashlyn, slapping Maddox's hands away. "Someone could walk in at any moment."
"Someone like me," interrupted Torin, standing a distance away from the loving couple. "Maddox I got news about what you asked though I can't say it's good."
"Damn it," growled Maddox, clenching his hands. "How much was it?"
Torin crossed his arms over his chest. "Oh, only about few million dollars. They went through a lot of trouble trying to hide it and gave me a few cramps, but I'm too good for them."
Ashlyn rubbed her swollen stomach. "So what are we going to do now? I'm almost due and we have no idea who's going to deliver the babies." Maddox punched the kitchen wall, leaving behind a hole. "Sweetie, relax. We will figure something out." She frowned. "Oh maybe we can ask one of the angels."
Torin stepped back into the shadows. "I'll give them a call and see what they can do, but I wouldn't hold your breaths." He slipped out a small cell phone and dialed Lysander, an elite warrior angel and Bianka's man.
"Hell -lo" answered a female voice on the second ring.
Torin slumped into the living room couch. "Bianka, its Torin. I need to speak to Lysander."
"Keeper of Disease," sang Bianka. "He's in a good mood today, so you better make it quick because I'm in the process of commencing rapture on him." Torin flinched at the though of the harpy and the angel getting it on.
Rustling and whispers came from the phone. "Yes, Torin. What can I do for you?"
"It's for Maddox. Ashlyn is about to give labor and there's no one we can trust to deliver the twins, so we were wondering if you know anyone trust worthy to help," explained Torin, tapping the couch.
Silence came from the phone.
"Lysander? Are you still there," asked Torin.
"Yes, Bianka distracted me for a second. But I know someone who can help and takes their job serious. I'll send them to the fortress." Giggles and moans escaped the phone before the tone dial was heard.
Torin gazed at the phone as the familiar pain stabbed his heart. He had a relationship with Cameo, but he didn't love her. He stood, and gracefully went to deliver the news to the pregnant couple.
Zhalia strolled down the heaven halls, passed the fountain of life and reached Lysander's office. She hated entering heaven not because of the piecing eyes of hatred from the other angels or talk behind her back or even the constant pranks played on her because she could deal with that though she sometimes gets the urge to punch the crap out of them. But because the place made her skin crawl, which is understandable because she is a demon after all, a neutered demon with only the ability to cure not to kill or cause pain.
Zhalia gently knocked on Lysander's door. "Come in," spoke Lysander, as she stepped into the bright and crowded room. "I have a job for you," said Lysander without lifting his head from the stack of papers in front of him. "I need you to go deliver the twins of Maddox and Ashlyn Lord and you are to protect those twins with your life until safely deliver. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir." Zhalia nodded. "When do I leave?"
"Immediately." Lysander glared at her.
She transported to her home, strapped her Sai blades and began to pack for her new job with the famous demons. Her demon dog, Dementis, ran to greet her by licking her face as she looked under the bed. "Dementis, stop we have a job to do, so you have to be on your best behavior." He tilted his head, and rolled onto his back. Zhalia rubbed his tummy and smiled at him. He wasn't the handsomest dog, but he was the most loving one. "I just hope your good looks don't scare them."
It's been thirty-six hours, since talking to Lysander and still no one has appeared at the fortress. Rubbing his tired emerald eyes, Torin yawned and continued to monitor the computers, but his eyes were refusing to remain open. He quickly stood before sleep completely invaded his mind, and went to check the room where the angel would use while being here. He passed the naked portrait of himself, which Anya hanged in the hallway, and passed the other naked portraits of everyone else. The fortress was becoming more and more like a home instead of a place of prison for him though none of the things were placed by him. Just before Torin reached the room, a beeping came from his pocket. The security alarm inside the house has been triggered and he quickly called the other warriors in the house to fight the threat, but he wished he could fight along side like before.
"Torin where's the threat," growled Maddox, emerging from the door next to the guest room and locked Ashlyn in it.
"In the living room." Torin checked in his security device. "I'll tell the others where it is." He ran towards the other warriors, but not before spotting a beautiful red headed female in black leather with gray eyes standing next to the ugliest dog on Earth or the underworld.